Numerology 歌词
| 歌曲 | Numerology |
| 歌手 | Talib Kweli |
| 歌手 | Z Trip |
| 专辑 | Attack The Block |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Talib Kweli Greene | |
| 作曲 : Zach Sciacca/Larry Darnell Griffin Jr. | |
| [Intro] | |
| Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man | |
| Ay, Attack the Block, count it down | |
| Talib Kweli, Z-Trip | |
| This a prelude to P.O.C | |
| Attack the Block, Attack the Block | |
| Attack the Block, Attack the Block | |
| [Hook] | |
| Better strap your boots up, time is running low low | |
| Clock’s running down, gotta run, gotta go go | |
| Bet it ain’t safe here, only getting worse now | |
| Fighting for survival, only way we know how | |
| Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky | |
| [But the sky saying nothing, we failed but tried?] | |
| We stand and we breathe and we push and we go | |
| And we run, run, run ‘til we can’t no more | |
| Yea, the final countdown | |
| The countdown to Armageddon | |
| Chuck got it right | |
| He got it right, y’all | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Eleven pipers piping, they lying just like the reverend | |
| Seven represent the divine, the devil triple six | |
| Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa | |
| Never trust nobody, commandment number three | |
| And players only love you when they playing, word to Stevie Nicks | |
| Yea and numbers never lie, they simply plead the fifth | |
| No I’m not quite on the edge but I can see the cliff | |
| And niggas out here snitch for a dire slice and some pita chips | |
| Now they reading the script, niggas get beat up quick | |
| Stomped out, shipped, probably why we call our sneakers kicks | |
| Industry niggas is tweaking because they need a hit | |
| Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because we need a list | |
| Confusing God with the rules you obey | |
| We came to win, no it’s never no game, we don’t play | |
| Yea I’m so sick of rappers that spoil your whole day | |
| You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay, hey! | |
| [Hook] | |
| Break it, break it, break it, break it | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Eleven ? knowledge you never learned in college | |
| Seven is the number that God is equality, six | |
| Five is power of famine | |
| Wisdom lead to understanding that’s th-th-th-th-th-three-three | |
| Final hour, the devil will cower behind the towers | |
| I got a cavity ‘cause the victory sweet, the defeat sour | |
| This coward will stop at nothing if clutching on to his power | |
| He can feel it slipping away down the drain like he in the shower | |
| Think he the shit ‘cause he pocket the key to the master lock | |
| Attack the block, he like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, attack the flock | |
| It’s that Talib Kweli man, God MC in red like a stop sign | |
| 2012 ended your world but not mine | |
| [Outro] |
| zuo ci : Talib Kweli Greene | |
| zuo qu : Zach Sciacca Larry Darnell Griffin Jr. | |
| Intro | |
| Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man | |
| Ay, Attack the Block, count it down | |
| Talib Kweli, Z-Trip | |
| This a prelude to P. O. C | |
| Attack the Block, Attack the Block | |
| Attack the Block, Attack the Block | |
| Hook | |
| Better strap your boots up, time is running low low | |
| Clock' s running down, gotta run, gotta go go | |
| Bet it ain' t safe here, only getting worse now | |
| Fighting for survival, only way we know how | |
| Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky | |
| But the sky saying nothing, we failed but tried? | |
| We stand and we breathe and we push and we go | |
| And we run, run, run ' til we can' t no more | |
| Yea, the final countdown | |
| The countdown to Armageddon | |
| Chuck got it right | |
| He got it right, y' all | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Eleven pipers piping, they lying just like the reverend | |
| Seven represent the divine, the devil triple six | |
| Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa | |
| Never trust nobody, commandment number three | |
| And players only love you when they playing, word to Stevie Nicks | |
| Yea and numbers never lie, they simply plead the fifth | |
| No I' m not quite on the edge but I can see the cliff | |
| And niggas out here snitch for a dire slice and some pita chips | |
| Now they reading the script, niggas get beat up quick | |
| Stomped out, shipped, probably why we call our sneakers kicks | |
| Industry niggas is tweaking because they need a hit | |
| Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because we need a list | |
| Confusing God with the rules you obey | |
| We came to win, no it' s never no game, we don' t play | |
| Yea I' m so sick of rappers that spoil your whole day | |
| You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay, hey! | |
| Hook | |
| Break it, break it, break it, break it | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Eleven? knowledge you never learned in college | |
| Seven is the number that God is equality, six | |
| Five is power of famine | |
| Wisdom lead to understanding that' s th-th-th-th-th-three-three | |
| Final hour, the devil will cower behind the towers | |
| I got a cavity ' cause the victory sweet, the defeat sour | |
| This coward will stop at nothing if clutching on to his power | |
| He can feel it slipping away down the drain like he in the shower | |
| Think he the shit ' cause he pocket the key to the master lock | |
| Attack the block, he like a wolf in sheep' s clothing, attack the flock | |
| It' s that Talib Kweli man, God MC in red like a stop sign | |
| 2012 ended your world but not mine | |
| Outro |
| zuò cí : Talib Kweli Greene | |
| zuò qǔ : Zach Sciacca Larry Darnell Griffin Jr. | |
| Intro | |
| Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man | |
| Ay, Attack the Block, count it down | |
| Talib Kweli, Z-Trip | |
| This a prelude to P. O. C | |
| Attack the Block, Attack the Block | |
| Attack the Block, Attack the Block | |
| Hook | |
| Better strap your boots up, time is running low low | |
| Clock' s running down, gotta run, gotta go go | |
| Bet it ain' t safe here, only getting worse now | |
| Fighting for survival, only way we know how | |
| Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky | |
| But the sky saying nothing, we failed but tried? | |
| We stand and we breathe and we push and we go | |
| And we run, run, run ' til we can' t no more | |
| Yea, the final countdown | |
| The countdown to Armageddon | |
| Chuck got it right | |
| He got it right, y' all | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Eleven pipers piping, they lying just like the reverend | |
| Seven represent the divine, the devil triple six | |
| Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa | |
| Never trust nobody, commandment number three | |
| And players only love you when they playing, word to Stevie Nicks | |
| Yea and numbers never lie, they simply plead the fifth | |
| No I' m not quite on the edge but I can see the cliff | |
| And niggas out here snitch for a dire slice and some pita chips | |
| Now they reading the script, niggas get beat up quick | |
| Stomped out, shipped, probably why we call our sneakers kicks | |
| Industry niggas is tweaking because they need a hit | |
| Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because we need a list | |
| Confusing God with the rules you obey | |
| We came to win, no it' s never no game, we don' t play | |
| Yea I' m so sick of rappers that spoil your whole day | |
| You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay, hey! | |
| Hook | |
| Break it, break it, break it, break it | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Eleven? knowledge you never learned in college | |
| Seven is the number that God is equality, six | |
| Five is power of famine | |
| Wisdom lead to understanding that' s th-th-th-th-th-three-three | |
| Final hour, the devil will cower behind the towers | |
| I got a cavity ' cause the victory sweet, the defeat sour | |
| This coward will stop at nothing if clutching on to his power | |
| He can feel it slipping away down the drain like he in the shower | |
| Think he the shit ' cause he pocket the key to the master lock | |
| Attack the block, he like a wolf in sheep' s clothing, attack the flock | |
| It' s that Talib Kweli man, God MC in red like a stop sign | |
| 2012 ended your world but not mine | |
| Outro |
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