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作曲 : Kanye West & Lonnie Lynn & Umar Bin Hassan & Abiodun Oyewole & Leon Moore |
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作词 : Hassan, Lynn, Moore, Oyewole ... |
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Vocal:Common/Kanye West/The Last Poets |
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[Verse 1:Common] |
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Memories on corners with the fours & the moors (pronounced foes and moes) |
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Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to |
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Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose |
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To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows |
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In they socks & they souls holding they rolls |
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Corners leave souls opened & closed hoping for more |
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With nowhere to go rolling in droves |
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They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal |
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The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code |
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By the fours I was told either focus or fold |
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Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors |
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So we can cop clothes & roll in a Rolls |
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Now I roll in a 'Olds' with windows that don't roll |
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Down the roads where cars get broke in & stole |
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These are the stories told by Stony & Cottage Grove |
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The world is cold the block is hot as a stove |
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On the corners |
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[Hook: Kanye West] |
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I wish I could give ya this feeling |
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I wish I could give ya this feeling |
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On the corners, robbing, killing, dying |
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Just to make a living (huh) |
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[Spoken: The Last Poets] |
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We underrated, we educated |
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The corner was our time when times stood still |
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And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink |
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And colored blue profiles glorifying that |
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[Verse 2: Common] |
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Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right |
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Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes |
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So they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet right |
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Desires of streetlife cars & **** types |
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It's hard to breath nights days are thief like |
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The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike |
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Game at it's peak we speak & believe hype |
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Bang in the streets hats ****ed left or deep right |
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Its steep life coming up where sheeplike |
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Rappers & hoopers we strive to be like |
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G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light |
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Cheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strike |
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The corner where struggle & greed fight |
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We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right |
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Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light |
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Reality's and I heard that she bites |
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The corner |
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[Hook] |
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[Spoken: The Last Poets] |
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The corner was our magic, our music, our politics |
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Fires raised as tribal dancers and |
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war cries that broke out on different corners |
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Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful |
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[Verse 3: Common] |
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Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its |
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Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist |
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The dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning this |
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The curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current is |
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It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is |
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Where the money move & the determined live |
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We talk play lotto & buy german beers |
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It's so black packed with action that's affirmative |
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The corners |
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[Hook] |
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[Spoken: The Last Poets] |
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The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge |
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Our Taj Mahal, our monument, |
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Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love |
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Down on the corner... |