歌曲 | The Adventures In Wonderland |
歌手 | The Roots |
专辑 | Illadelph Halflife |
作词 : Questlove, Rucker | |
Fuck.. kill.. and prosper | |
Is the gospel of wonderland, where | |
Street sands, are quick.. | |
To suck you down to the abyss | |
With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks | |
Of the niggaz? never.. nosferatu's | |
Those witches and warlocks in blue | |
Government gumshoe, keepers of the first zoo | |
Who? .. me? .. | |
I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer | |
Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest | |
To see who "gets money" | |
No milk and honey, in this land | |
Cause justice has been banned | |
So it's play dirty or die by the hand | |
That's holding all the guns | |
Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision | |
To save me and my daughter's lives, but | |
I can't thrive off spirit and scripture | |
The picture grew clearer; i made the move to rear her | |
In a life wanting for nothing | |
So i got into this drug thing | |
Not doing, but dealing | |
Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds | |
Of the doomed became my mission | |
Izm was just too small time | |
I had to find the best design to | |
Fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets | |
So i sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits | |
And, five year old preschool pussy | |
And, once strong now bony backs and stretched out | |
Weary racks of snatch, in other words.. | |
.. i sold crack | |
Morality was buried deep, beneath the new jeep, | |
Silk sheets and money heaps | |
Still the good mother, i sent my daughter off to | |
Boarding school to keep shit under cover | |
All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes | |
Plus his, game i was playing, and winning | |
While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold | |
I was the female don, the crack queen | |
To me i seemed unstoppable, my coffers full | |
I went buckwild, wanting more | |
Like the pipe worn whores i began to deplore | |
No time for playing with my coochie | |
Counting my man's mad lucci | |
While he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece | |
I signed the checks and, i counted out the cash | |
Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver | |
I thought my shit was tight.. | |
.. til my empire started to quiver | |
Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to | |
And watched, like assata shakur | |
My place on the top was no more sure | |
Loose lips flipped the script | |
The fantasy trip, swiftly ended | |
It took no time to blend in, with the population prison | |
My jaded vision, busted like a cherry | |
Every, dream i had, now tainted bad | |
I fucked and, i killed, to prosper | |
Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel | |
Shift to a different wonderland to pay the price for my vice | |
A land of fields to toil in like slaves | |
No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save | |
Plenty of fat uniformed rats with | |
Below average size cocks that slither | |
Through cell locks, in the night | |
Lactating tits being licked, left and right | |
Plenty of coochie, burning with desire | |
Like black churches in the south | |
Black prayers and pussy on fire | |
Penned up behind barbed wire | |
Me and my fellow female mammals, animals | |
Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages | |
Minds haunted by our children's faces | |
They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption | |
Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons | |
I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime | |
On a quest to gets mine | |
Now i'm passing time standing on line | |
In the commissary to buy maxi-pads | |
Instead of shopping at barney's for chanel bags | |
Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed | |
Via my mistakes, and my daughter hates | |
Me for what i did | |
And i'm fucked.. and i'm stuck | |
Doing the devil's bid | |
Being locked in a moral corrupt crib | |
Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl, | |
You wanna get finger fucked tonight? | |
I swear i'll stick it in and up tight just right | |
Yo sis.. i've had to kill and shit | |
Just blow my head pretty and i'll give you a slip | |
Alright ladies, lights out! |
zuò cí : Questlove, Rucker | |
Fuck.. kill.. and prosper | |
Is the gospel of wonderland, where | |
Street sands, are quick.. | |
To suck you down to the abyss | |
With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks | |
Of the niggaz? never.. nosferatu' s | |
Those witches and warlocks in blue | |
Government gumshoe, keepers of the first zoo | |
Who? .. me? .. | |
I' m the modern day vixen vampire slayer | |
Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest | |
To see who " gets money" | |
No milk and honey, in this land | |
Cause justice has been banned | |
So it' s play dirty or die by the hand | |
That' s holding all the guns | |
Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision | |
To save me and my daughter' s lives, but | |
I can' t thrive off spirit and scripture | |
The picture grew clearer i made the move to rear her | |
In a life wanting for nothing | |
So i got into this drug thing | |
Not doing, but dealing | |
Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds | |
Of the doomed became my mission | |
Izm was just too small time | |
I had to find the best design to | |
Fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets | |
So i sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits | |
And, five year old preschool pussy | |
And, once strong now bony backs and stretched out | |
Weary racks of snatch, in other words.. | |
.. i sold crack | |
Morality was buried deep, beneath the new jeep, | |
Silk sheets and money heaps | |
Still the good mother, i sent my daughter off to | |
Boarding school to keep shit under cover | |
All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes | |
Plus his, game i was playing, and winning | |
While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold | |
I was the female don, the crack queen | |
To me i seemed unstoppable, my coffers full | |
I went buckwild, wanting more | |
Like the pipe worn whores i began to deplore | |
No time for playing with my coochie | |
Counting my man' s mad lucci | |
While he was up inside some hoochie' s loose piece | |
I signed the checks and, i counted out the cash | |
Wasn' t saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver | |
I thought my shit was tight.. | |
.. til my empire started to quiver | |
Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to | |
And watched, like assata shakur | |
My place on the top was no more sure | |
Loose lips flipped the script | |
The fantasy trip, swiftly ended | |
It took no time to blend in, with the population prison | |
My jaded vision, busted like a cherry | |
Every, dream i had, now tainted bad | |
I fucked and, i killed, to prosper | |
Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel | |
Shift to a different wonderland to pay the price for my vice | |
A land of fields to toil in like slaves | |
No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save | |
Plenty of fat uniformed rats with | |
Below average size cocks that slither | |
Through cell locks, in the night | |
Lactating tits being licked, left and right | |
Plenty of coochie, burning with desire | |
Like black churches in the south | |
Black prayers and pussy on fire | |
Penned up behind barbed wire | |
Me and my fellow female mammals, animals | |
Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages | |
Minds haunted by our children' s faces | |
They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption | |
Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons | |
I joined in this nation' s favorite pasttime | |
On a quest to gets mine | |
Now i' m passing time standing on line | |
In the commissary to buy maxipads | |
Instead of shopping at barney' s for chanel bags | |
Nana who raised me, went to bed adazed | |
Via my mistakes, and my daughter hates | |
Me for what i did | |
And i' m fucked.. and i' m stuck | |
Doing the devil' s bid | |
Being locked in a moral corrupt crib | |
Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl, | |
You wanna get finger fucked tonight? | |
I swear i' ll stick it in and up tight just right | |
Yo sis.. i' ve had to kill and shit | |
Just blow my head pretty and i' ll give you a slip | |
Alright ladies, lights out! |