歌曲 | I Am I Be |
歌手 | De La Soul |
专辑 | Buhloone Mindstate |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davis, Davis B., Gordy ... | |
Verse 1 | |
I am posdnous | |
I be the new generation of slaves | |
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
The pile of revenue i create | |
But i guess i don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late | |
Product of a north carolina cat | |
Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named hattie | |
Who departed life just a little too soon | |
And didn't see me grab the plug tune fame | |
As we go a little somethin' like this | |
Look ma, no protection | |
Now i got a daughter named ayana monay | |
And i can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough | |
So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay | |
I am an early bird but the feathers are black | |
So the apples that i catch are usually all worms | |
But it's a must to decipher one's queen | |
From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ | |
I cherish the twilight | |
I maximize, my soul is the right size | |
I watch for the power to run out on the moon | |
(and that'll be sometime soon) | |
Faker than a fist of kids | |
Speakin that they're black | |
When they're just niggas trying to be greek | |
Or some tongues who lied | |
And said "we'll be natives to the end" | |
Nowadays we don't even speak | |
I guess we got our own life to live | |
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? | |
Every now and then i step to the now | |
For now i see back then i might have acted like a fool | |
Now i won't apologize for it | |
This is not a bunch of bradys | |
But a bunch of black man's pride | |
Yet i can safely say | |
I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside | |
I've always walked the right side of the road | |
If i wasn't making song i wouldn't be a thug selling drugs | |
But a man with a plan | |
And if i was a rug cleaner | |
Betcha pos'd have the cleanest rugs i am. | |
Verse 2 | |
The plug two brand with the flavour | |
In the flute watch the sniffin' | |
So a sack of shows in demand | |
I read the diction from the second page | |
I got the one-two gauge | |
Baritone to the izm fan | |
Trees fall so i can play ground with my ink | |
So let me need ya to my ems go | |
I push the infinite and carry it | |
My carrier's the three over one | |
So my pluggins already know | |
Lick shots with moo | |
Catch the boo | |
From a ghost in the heckling crowd | |
If i give a foot | |
Jack ville caught a spill | |
When a still came from my mouth | |
I brought a head down south | |
I don't check for the noose and the neck | |
So i never tell my ems | |
That finesse is knocking at my door | |
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun | |
And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore | |
I bring the element h with the 2 | |
So ya owe me what's coming when i'm raining on your new parade | |
It's just mind over matter | |
And what matters is | |
That the mind isn't guided by the punished shade | |
I keep the walking on the right side | |
But i won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong | |
Cuz that's how he wants to be | |
No difference, see | |
I wanna be like the name of this song i am | |
Verse 3 | |
I am posdnous | |
I be the new generation of slaves | |
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
The pile of revenue i create | |
But i guess i don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late | |
The deeds of a natural | |
Are seeds that are no longer planted | |
So the famine in the mind is strong | |
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane | |
Sane enough to let you know from within this song | |
I stabilize many cableized viewers | |
So my occupation's known | |
But not why i occupy | |
And that is to bring the peace | |
Not in the flower but the as-salaam alaikum in the third i am |
zuo ci : Davis, Davis B., Gordy ... | |
Verse 1 | |
I am posdnous | |
I be the new generation of slaves | |
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
The pile of revenue i create | |
But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
Product of a north carolina cat | |
Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named hattie | |
Who departed life just a little too soon | |
And didn' t see me grab the plug tune fame | |
As we go a little somethin' like this | |
Look ma, no protection | |
Now i got a daughter named ayana monay | |
And i can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough | |
So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay | |
I am an early bird but the feathers are black | |
So the apples that i catch are usually all worms | |
But it' s a must to decipher one' s queen | |
From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ | |
I cherish the twilight | |
I maximize, my soul is the right size | |
I watch for the power to run out on the moon | |
and that' ll be sometime soon | |
Faker than a fist of kids | |
Speakin that they' re black | |
When they' re just niggas trying to be greek | |
Or some tongues who lied | |
And said " we' ll be natives to the end" | |
Nowadays we don' t even speak | |
I guess we got our own life to live | |
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? | |
Every now and then i step to the now | |
For now i see back then i might have acted like a fool | |
Now i won' t apologize for it | |
This is not a bunch of bradys | |
But a bunch of black man' s pride | |
Yet i can safely say | |
I' ve never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside | |
I' ve always walked the right side of the road | |
If i wasn' t making song i wouldn' t be a thug selling drugs | |
But a man with a plan | |
And if i was a rug cleaner | |
Betcha pos' d have the cleanest rugs i am. | |
Verse 2 | |
The plug two brand with the flavour | |
In the flute watch the sniffin' | |
So a sack of shows in demand | |
I read the diction from the second page | |
I got the onetwo gauge | |
Baritone to the izm fan | |
Trees fall so i can play ground with my ink | |
So let me need ya to my ems go | |
I push the infinite and carry it | |
My carrier' s the three over one | |
So my pluggins already know | |
Lick shots with moo | |
Catch the boo | |
From a ghost in the heckling crowd | |
If i give a foot | |
Jack ville caught a spill | |
When a still came from my mouth | |
I brought a head down south | |
I don' t check for the noose and the neck | |
So i never tell my ems | |
That finesse is knocking at my door | |
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun | |
And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore | |
I bring the element h with the 2 | |
So ya owe me what' s coming when i' m raining on your new parade | |
It' s just mind over matter | |
And what matters is | |
That the mind isn' t guided by the punished shade | |
I keep the walking on the right side | |
But i won' t judge the next who handles walking on the wrong | |
Cuz that' s how he wants to be | |
No difference, see | |
I wanna be like the name of this song i am | |
Verse 3 | |
I am posdnous | |
I be the new generation of slaves | |
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
The pile of revenue i create | |
But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
The deeds of a natural | |
Are seeds that are no longer planted | |
So the famine in the mind is strong | |
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane | |
Sane enough to let you know from within this song | |
I stabilize many cableized viewers | |
So my occupation' s known | |
But not why i occupy | |
And that is to bring the peace | |
Not in the flower but the assalaam alaikum in the third i am |
zuò cí : Davis, Davis B., Gordy ... | |
Verse 1 | |
I am posdnous | |
I be the new generation of slaves | |
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
The pile of revenue i create | |
But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
Product of a north carolina cat | |
Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named hattie | |
Who departed life just a little too soon | |
And didn' t see me grab the plug tune fame | |
As we go a little somethin' like this | |
Look ma, no protection | |
Now i got a daughter named ayana monay | |
And i can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough | |
So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay | |
I am an early bird but the feathers are black | |
So the apples that i catch are usually all worms | |
But it' s a must to decipher one' s queen | |
From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ | |
I cherish the twilight | |
I maximize, my soul is the right size | |
I watch for the power to run out on the moon | |
and that' ll be sometime soon | |
Faker than a fist of kids | |
Speakin that they' re black | |
When they' re just niggas trying to be greek | |
Or some tongues who lied | |
And said " we' ll be natives to the end" | |
Nowadays we don' t even speak | |
I guess we got our own life to live | |
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? | |
Every now and then i step to the now | |
For now i see back then i might have acted like a fool | |
Now i won' t apologize for it | |
This is not a bunch of bradys | |
But a bunch of black man' s pride | |
Yet i can safely say | |
I' ve never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside | |
I' ve always walked the right side of the road | |
If i wasn' t making song i wouldn' t be a thug selling drugs | |
But a man with a plan | |
And if i was a rug cleaner | |
Betcha pos' d have the cleanest rugs i am. | |
Verse 2 | |
The plug two brand with the flavour | |
In the flute watch the sniffin' | |
So a sack of shows in demand | |
I read the diction from the second page | |
I got the onetwo gauge | |
Baritone to the izm fan | |
Trees fall so i can play ground with my ink | |
So let me need ya to my ems go | |
I push the infinite and carry it | |
My carrier' s the three over one | |
So my pluggins already know | |
Lick shots with moo | |
Catch the boo | |
From a ghost in the heckling crowd | |
If i give a foot | |
Jack ville caught a spill | |
When a still came from my mouth | |
I brought a head down south | |
I don' t check for the noose and the neck | |
So i never tell my ems | |
That finesse is knocking at my door | |
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun | |
And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore | |
I bring the element h with the 2 | |
So ya owe me what' s coming when i' m raining on your new parade | |
It' s just mind over matter | |
And what matters is | |
That the mind isn' t guided by the punished shade | |
I keep the walking on the right side | |
But i won' t judge the next who handles walking on the wrong | |
Cuz that' s how he wants to be | |
No difference, see | |
I wanna be like the name of this song i am | |
Verse 3 | |
I am posdnous | |
I be the new generation of slaves | |
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
The pile of revenue i create | |
But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
The deeds of a natural | |
Are seeds that are no longer planted | |
So the famine in the mind is strong | |
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane | |
Sane enough to let you know from within this song | |
I stabilize many cableized viewers | |
So my occupation' s known | |
But not why i occupy | |
And that is to bring the peace | |
Not in the flower but the assalaam alaikum in the third i am |