歌曲 | I Rather Be Wrong |
歌手 | MF Grimm |
专辑 | American Hunger |
作曲 : Carey | |
Few bullets hit the floor while flying through the air | |
Billie Jean light up concrete, some die there | |
Military weapons against stones, not fair | |
Gun shots in the streets, whole block scared | |
Niggaz tell you they love you right before they shoot you | |
Hug your momma, cry at your funeral | |
It's terrible, sinful, life here is pitiful | |
God has a dark sense of humor, divine comedy | |
Jokes on you, punch line is tragedy | |
It's not what he say, it's how he deliver it | |
Louis Armstrong gas me, said it was wonderful | |
Bush lit the match, show souls are flammable | |
Push me, don't, I'm close to the edge | |
War, I keep falling but I'm laying on floor | |
So deep, drowning but I'm not in water | |
In Hell, inferno, inhale, breathe fire | |
In Heaven, internally, exhale, leaven Lucifer | |
Fail my objective, can never be president | |
Although I have all the criminal qualifications | |
So now I guess I'm just like Colin Powell | |
Lack of real power and blood on the conscience | |
Some Caucasians see black as being contagious | |
Their children love us and now act the strangest | |
Wish they could go back to days when they hang us | |
Man them days they hung us is still among us | |
We got fake revolutionaries trying to mislead us | |
Won't bust they guns, in the head they just beat us | |
Fight they own kind instead of ones who mistreat us | |
Mechanicals for revolution Che Guevara never got 'em | |
He couldn't be bought by the demons who shot him | |
So don't give me that power to the people shit | |
Unless you about the shit, too many niggaz died for it | |
Old timers known how to spot who's legit | |
Real bankers are pros and know who's counterfeit | |
Do or live free lunch, that's who I roll with | |
We out here exposing hoes and foes the way we should | |
Living good, not giving back to the hood | |
Shit changed, the Klan's black wearing hoods | |
Prove me wrong, I wish brothers would | |
In this song, cause I rather be wrong | |
[Scratched chorus] | |
Situation is life or death | |
[Verse 2] | |
I learned the worse devil in the world's a black one | |
They'll speak your language, talking slang son | |
If detected, here's come another one | |
Where these niggaz coming from? | |
Bred with self hatred | |
Eating master's scraps, feeling that they made it | |
Black churches and buses fire bombed and raided | |
Program American Hunger, so they ate it | |
Cook grams iron chef, ghetto gourmet | |
Slow jams, while get high forget problems | |
No man's an island, but each one's a monster | |
Shit ain't never gonna change, we can't solve them | |
How can a nation build when they don't love each other? | |
No promise land, only misery prolong | |
But in this song I rather be wrong | |
[Scratched chorus] | |
[Verse 3] | |
Armstrong Williams endorsed Bush to kill millions | |
Your skin is black, but for you I have no feelings | |
Your fouls are flagrant, you secret agent | |
I speak for a tribe still alive but lost | |
Your ancestors will haunt you 'til you see the light | |
Condoleezza Rice, how you sleep at night? | |
I guess the devil tucked you in real tight | |
Take a look in a mirror bitch you are not white | |
What do they have on you? | |
Something ain't right | |
The vow taken by the president at the inauguration | |
Never let this become a nigga nation | |
But they're like roaches, plan B space station | |
Just incase they get the heart, choose to fight | |
And want a war, can't take it no more | |
Make these niggaz literally reach for the stars | |
Throwing rocks will never reach Mars, can't touch this | |
Kill 'em off, see who survives the sequel | |
It's un-American, niggaz will never be equal | |
Fuck them jiggaboos, they not even people | |
It's not a myth; they're only three-fifths | |
Ay that nigga lover, what was on his mind? | |
Probably had nigga in him, knew he was they kind | |
Now a nigga for life, that's why pennies don't shine | |
Show nonbelievers matter's controlled by the brain | |
Grimm's David Blaine, for the world display pain | |
All those multiple contusions and bruising illusions | |
Magna Carta, OG Constitution | |
Twelve fifteen, master plan for prostitution | |
The king is a pimp wearing jewels to executions | |
Father against son, that was the revolution | |
We didn't matter, so please don't be flattered | |
Africa was shattered, our blood was splattered | |
I've died before so I don't fear | |
Took two thousand years for a nigga to reappear | |
Gotta kill me cause I'm powerful, I know the deal | |
Memorize lines, go along with the script | |
Will my execution make my people flip? | |
Will disciples be trife and slip? | |
Please come together all Bloods and Crips, make purple | |
Save your people, they counting on you to kill yourselves | |
It's time for us to make a change, I rather be wrong | |
We now hanging ourselves | |
There's no excuse no more, gotta come together | |
Gotta get shit right, shit is too fucked up | |
It's been fucked up for a long time man | |
It's beyond color though, just need to get our heads together | |
People don't realize what this world is for | |
Shit ain't for us to fucking fight each other | |
Motherfuckers think man, think | |
Life is too short for this shit | |
Running around in circles man, like rats in a maze |
zuò qǔ : Carey | |
Few bullets hit the floor while flying through the air | |
Billie Jean light up concrete, some die there | |
Military weapons against stones, not fair | |
Gun shots in the streets, whole block scared | |
Niggaz tell you they love you right before they shoot you | |
Hug your momma, cry at your funeral | |
It' s terrible, sinful, life here is pitiful | |
God has a dark sense of humor, divine comedy | |
Jokes on you, punch line is tragedy | |
It' s not what he say, it' s how he deliver it | |
Louis Armstrong gas me, said it was wonderful | |
Bush lit the match, show souls are flammable | |
Push me, don' t, I' m close to the edge | |
War, I keep falling but I' m laying on floor | |
So deep, drowning but I' m not in water | |
In Hell, inferno, inhale, breathe fire | |
In Heaven, internally, exhale, leaven Lucifer | |
Fail my objective, can never be president | |
Although I have all the criminal qualifications | |
So now I guess I' m just like Colin Powell | |
Lack of real power and blood on the conscience | |
Some Caucasians see black as being contagious | |
Their children love us and now act the strangest | |
Wish they could go back to days when they hang us | |
Man them days they hung us is still among us | |
We got fake revolutionaries trying to mislead us | |
Won' t bust they guns, in the head they just beat us | |
Fight they own kind instead of ones who mistreat us | |
Mechanicals for revolution Che Guevara never got ' em | |
He couldn' t be bought by the demons who shot him | |
So don' t give me that power to the people shit | |
Unless you about the shit, too many niggaz died for it | |
Old timers known how to spot who' s legit | |
Real bankers are pros and know who' s counterfeit | |
Do or live free lunch, that' s who I roll with | |
We out here exposing hoes and foes the way we should | |
Living good, not giving back to the hood | |
Shit changed, the Klan' s black wearing hoods | |
Prove me wrong, I wish brothers would | |
In this song, cause I rather be wrong | |
Scratched chorus | |
Situation is life or death | |
Verse 2 | |
I learned the worse devil in the world' s a black one | |
They' ll speak your language, talking slang son | |
If detected, here' s come another one | |
Where these niggaz coming from? | |
Bred with self hatred | |
Eating master' s scraps, feeling that they made it | |
Black churches and buses fire bombed and raided | |
Program American Hunger, so they ate it | |
Cook grams iron chef, ghetto gourmet | |
Slow jams, while get high forget problems | |
No man' s an island, but each one' s a monster | |
Shit ain' t never gonna change, we can' t solve them | |
How can a nation build when they don' t love each other? | |
No promise land, only misery prolong | |
But in this song I rather be wrong | |
Scratched chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
Armstrong Williams endorsed Bush to kill millions | |
Your skin is black, but for you I have no feelings | |
Your fouls are flagrant, you secret agent | |
I speak for a tribe still alive but lost | |
Your ancestors will haunt you ' til you see the light | |
Condoleezza Rice, how you sleep at night? | |
I guess the devil tucked you in real tight | |
Take a look in a mirror bitch you are not white | |
What do they have on you? | |
Something ain' t right | |
The vow taken by the president at the inauguration | |
Never let this become a nigga nation | |
But they' re like roaches, plan B space station | |
Just incase they get the heart, choose to fight | |
And want a war, can' t take it no more | |
Make these niggaz literally reach for the stars | |
Throwing rocks will never reach Mars, can' t touch this | |
Kill ' em off, see who survives the sequel | |
It' s unAmerican, niggaz will never be equal | |
Fuck them jiggaboos, they not even people | |
It' s not a myth they' re only threefifths | |
Ay that nigga lover, what was on his mind? | |
Probably had nigga in him, knew he was they kind | |
Now a nigga for life, that' s why pennies don' t shine | |
Show nonbelievers matter' s controlled by the brain | |
Grimm' s David Blaine, for the world display pain | |
All those multiple contusions and bruising illusions | |
Magna Carta, OG Constitution | |
Twelve fifteen, master plan for prostitution | |
The king is a pimp wearing jewels to executions | |
Father against son, that was the revolution | |
We didn' t matter, so please don' t be flattered | |
Africa was shattered, our blood was splattered | |
I' ve died before so I don' t fear | |
Took two thousand years for a nigga to reappear | |
Gotta kill me cause I' m powerful, I know the deal | |
Memorize lines, go along with the script | |
Will my execution make my people flip? | |
Will disciples be trife and slip? | |
Please come together all Bloods and Crips, make purple | |
Save your people, they counting on you to kill yourselves | |
It' s time for us to make a change, I rather be wrong | |
We now hanging ourselves | |
There' s no excuse no more, gotta come together | |
Gotta get shit right, shit is too fucked up | |
It' s been fucked up for a long time man | |
It' s beyond color though, just need to get our heads together | |
People don' t realize what this world is for | |
Shit ain' t for us to fucking fight each other | |
Motherfuckers think man, think | |
Life is too short for this shit | |
Running around in circles man, like rats in a maze |