Still Standing 歌词
| 歌曲 | Still Standing |
| 歌手 | Hilltop Hoods |
| 专辑 | State Of The Art |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [Chorus 1:] (2x) | |
| It's been so long, we're glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn't changed with accolades, | |
| We're still standing and we'll be back again | |
| [Verse 1:] ~Pressure~ | |
| Standing in line, fifteen couldn't wait, | |
| Couldn't fathom any talent in rhyme, | |
| Had to get mine, granted in mind, | |
| Was my rapping that I thought would never happen in time, | |
| Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the hecklers, | |
| Reckless with rap till they had to respect us, | |
| Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts, | |
| Cause everything we do comes back to affect us, | |
| And as long as I got lungs I'm a say this, | |
| As long as we get love we got some that will hate us, | |
| We'll never change it's done for the faithless, | |
| I don't care for favorites on somebody's play list, | |
| Ain't enough paper for the names I gotta mention, | |
| Without them, no way I would of made it a profession, | |
| I wouldn't trade it for a day of my obsession, | |
| We're staying dedicated to perfection | |
| [Chorus 1:] (2x) | |
| It's been so long, we're glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn't changed with accolades, | |
| We're still standing and we'll be back again | |
| [Verse 1:] ~Suffa~ | |
| I'm still standing, fuck it, one of us had to, | |
| Though I'm not standing still like a statue, | |
| Man, I can tighten loops like a lasso, | |
| You see my blood runs blue like a cut up a tattoo, | |
| It's ironic, some say it's even confusing, | |
| That I'm still standing cos I'm keeping it moving, | |
| And I'm still champion we keep on improving, | |
| And I'm Main Source man, I'm breaking and moving atoms, | |
| What we spit is absurd, | |
| Since a kid, I've always loved the rhythm of words, | |
| The beauty of language, and spewing the anguish, | |
| All over the canvas like the riff was a curb, | |
| Now if you live by the word then you die the pen, | |
| The critics can criticize but we're the crème dele crème, | |
| Me and P-Dela we blend what they're calling the standard, | |
| Still standing while they're screaming when will it end? | |
| [Chorus 1:] (2x) | |
| It's been so long, we're glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn't changed with accolades, | |
| We're still standing and we'll be back again | |
| [Chorus 2:] | |
| How long you been here? I've been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I've been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I've been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I've been here for years, | |
| We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park, | |
| Still jamming, still paving the path, | |
| Still making our mark, still ain't for the faint of the heart, | |
| Still standing, still state of the art, | |
| We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park, | |
| Still jamming, still paving the path, | |
| Still making our mark, still ain't for the faint of the heart, | |
| Still standing, still state of the art |
| Chorus 1: 2x | |
| It' s been so long, we' re glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn' t changed with accolades, | |
| We' re still standing and we' ll be back again | |
| Verse 1: Pressure | |
| Standing in line, fifteen couldn' t wait, | |
| Couldn' t fathom any talent in rhyme, | |
| Had to get mine, granted in mind, | |
| Was my rapping that I thought would never happen in time, | |
| Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the hecklers, | |
| Reckless with rap till they had to respect us, | |
| Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts, | |
| Cause everything we do comes back to affect us, | |
| And as long as I got lungs I' m a say this, | |
| As long as we get love we got some that will hate us, | |
| We' ll never change it' s done for the faithless, | |
| I don' t care for favorites on somebody' s play list, | |
| Ain' t enough paper for the names I gotta mention, | |
| Without them, no way I would of made it a profession, | |
| I wouldn' t trade it for a day of my obsession, | |
| We' re staying dedicated to perfection | |
| Chorus 1: 2x | |
| It' s been so long, we' re glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn' t changed with accolades, | |
| We' re still standing and we' ll be back again | |
| Verse 1: Suffa | |
| I' m still standing, fuck it, one of us had to, | |
| Though I' m not standing still like a statue, | |
| Man, I can tighten loops like a lasso, | |
| You see my blood runs blue like a cut up a tattoo, | |
| It' s ironic, some say it' s even confusing, | |
| That I' m still standing cos I' m keeping it moving, | |
| And I' m still champion we keep on improving, | |
| And I' m Main Source man, I' m breaking and moving atoms, | |
| What we spit is absurd, | |
| Since a kid, I' ve always loved the rhythm of words, | |
| The beauty of language, and spewing the anguish, | |
| All over the canvas like the riff was a curb, | |
| Now if you live by the word then you die the pen, | |
| The critics can criticize but we' re the cre me dele cre me, | |
| Me and PDela we blend what they' re calling the standard, | |
| Still standing while they' re screaming when will it end? | |
| Chorus 1: 2x | |
| It' s been so long, we' re glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn' t changed with accolades, | |
| We' re still standing and we' ll be back again | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park, | |
| Still jamming, still paving the path, | |
| Still making our mark, still ain' t for the faint of the heart, | |
| Still standing, still state of the art, | |
| We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park, | |
| Still jamming, still paving the path, | |
| Still making our mark, still ain' t for the faint of the heart, | |
| Still standing, still state of the art |
| Chorus 1: 2x | |
| It' s been so long, we' re glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn' t changed with accolades, | |
| We' re still standing and we' ll be back again | |
| Verse 1: Pressure | |
| Standing in line, fifteen couldn' t wait, | |
| Couldn' t fathom any talent in rhyme, | |
| Had to get mine, granted in mind, | |
| Was my rapping that I thought would never happen in time, | |
| Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the hecklers, | |
| Reckless with rap till they had to respect us, | |
| Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts, | |
| Cause everything we do comes back to affect us, | |
| And as long as I got lungs I' m a say this, | |
| As long as we get love we got some that will hate us, | |
| We' ll never change it' s done for the faithless, | |
| I don' t care for favorites on somebody' s play list, | |
| Ain' t enough paper for the names I gotta mention, | |
| Without them, no way I would of made it a profession, | |
| I wouldn' t trade it for a day of my obsession, | |
| We' re staying dedicated to perfection | |
| Chorus 1: 2x | |
| It' s been so long, we' re glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn' t changed with accolades, | |
| We' re still standing and we' ll be back again | |
| Verse 1: Suffa | |
| I' m still standing, fuck it, one of us had to, | |
| Though I' m not standing still like a statue, | |
| Man, I can tighten loops like a lasso, | |
| You see my blood runs blue like a cut up a tattoo, | |
| It' s ironic, some say it' s even confusing, | |
| That I' m still standing cos I' m keeping it moving, | |
| And I' m still champion we keep on improving, | |
| And I' m Main Source man, I' m breaking and moving atoms, | |
| What we spit is absurd, | |
| Since a kid, I' ve always loved the rhythm of words, | |
| The beauty of language, and spewing the anguish, | |
| All over the canvas like the riff was a curb, | |
| Now if you live by the word then you die the pen, | |
| The critics can criticize but we' re the crè me dele crè me, | |
| Me and PDela we blend what they' re calling the standard, | |
| Still standing while they' re screaming when will it end? | |
| Chorus 1: 2x | |
| It' s been so long, we' re glad we came, | |
| Before we gathered fame or had a name, | |
| Our story hasn' t changed with accolades, | |
| We' re still standing and we' ll be back again | |
| Chorus 2: | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| How long you been here? I' ve been here for years, | |
| We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park, | |
| Still jamming, still paving the path, | |
| Still making our mark, still ain' t for the faint of the heart, | |
| Still standing, still state of the art, | |
| We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park, | |
| Still jamming, still paving the path, | |
| Still making our mark, still ain' t for the faint of the heart, | |
| Still standing, still state of the art |
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