歌曲 | Sound of Philadelphia |
歌手 | Reef the Lost Cauze |
专辑 | Feast or Famine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Faust, Lacey | |
(Intro) | |
Yeah | |
It's the sound of Philadelphia | |
Yo, yo | |
(Verse 1) | |
Welcome to the home of brotherly love | |
Brothers covered in blood | |
The man's office is covered in bugs | |
The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug | |
Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs | |
Go Eagles, McNabb and T.O. | |
We ain't hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke | |
We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil | |
A city of justice unequal | |
The shadow of New York we still under | |
So we gotta kill 'em every summer, walk a little tougher | |
Guns bustin' how we chose to fight | |
When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight | |
Streets often deserted on the coldest nights | |
All hair trigger thunderbirds show you're right | |
Cops don't ask if ya know your rights | |
Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes | |
Pavement gamblers rollin' dice | |
Short sentence describe your whole life | |
Low expectancy at a low price for a low life | |
The mind of many years shines, soul so bright | |
But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights | |
Everybody rhyme and they claim they don't write--it down | |
Sit down, take it all in | |
Civilization, this is where it all ends | |
The city I call kin | |
Yo, so take caution | |
(Hook) (2X) | |
It's the sound of Philadelphia | |
Gun shots and pretty beats | |
Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
It's talkin' to ya, it's giving you a heads up | |
It's sayin' that niggaz 'round here is gettin' fed up | |
(Verse 2) | |
On stoops the fruits of my labor | |
Hood gossip never news from the newspaper | |
Don't ask me for shit, we never do favors | |
The elders are now just a bunch of reclused neighbors | |
Tax dollars go to prisons, new judges, new chambers | |
Love it when you lose, kill ya if you came up | |
Niggaz passin' disease, fuckin' the same slut | |
You either cuttin' a demo or gettin' 'caine cut | |
Don't go to school, they'll treat you like a lame duck | |
You ain't my master, yeah it's a shame but | |
What do you expect from--kids who need respect | |
Cuz no one was at home for them to learn respect from? | |
We respect guns, we respect funds | |
Let's face it, my future don't look like the Jetsons | |
Don't ask the government for help cause we expect none | |
Our heroes get murdered and replaced with the next one | |
It's like a wild west done | |
On the way out I hope I get one | |
But I doubt that will happen | |
Cuz of crabs in a barrel | |
I'll probably end up in a cage | |
Cuz I had to let a blast from the barrel | |
The city of Philly {*echoes*} | |
(Hook) (2X) | |
It's the sound of Philadelphia | |
Gun shots and pretty beats | |
Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
It's talkin' to ya, it's giving you a heads up | |
It's sayin' that niggaz 'round here is gettin' fed up |
zuo qu : Faust, Lacey | |
Intro | |
Yeah | |
It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
Yo, yo | |
Verse 1 | |
Welcome to the home of brotherly love | |
Brothers covered in blood | |
The man' s office is covered in bugs | |
The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug | |
Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs | |
Go Eagles, McNabb and T. O. | |
We ain' t hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke | |
We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil | |
A city of justice unequal | |
The shadow of New York we still under | |
So we gotta kill ' em every summer, walk a little tougher | |
Guns bustin' how we chose to fight | |
When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight | |
Streets often deserted on the coldest nights | |
All hair trigger thunderbirds show you' re right | |
Cops don' t ask if ya know your rights | |
Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes | |
Pavement gamblers rollin' dice | |
Short sentence describe your whole life | |
Low expectancy at a low price for a low life | |
The mind of many years shines, soul so bright | |
But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights | |
Everybody rhyme and they claim they don' t writeit down | |
Sit down, take it all in | |
Civilization, this is where it all ends | |
The city I call kin | |
Yo, so take caution | |
Hook 2X | |
It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
Gun shots and pretty beats | |
Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
It' s talkin' to ya, it' s giving you a heads up | |
It' s sayin' that niggaz ' round here is gettin' fed up | |
Verse 2 | |
On stoops the fruits of my labor | |
Hood gossip never news from the newspaper | |
Don' t ask me for shit, we never do favors | |
The elders are now just a bunch of reclused neighbors | |
Tax dollars go to prisons, new judges, new chambers | |
Love it when you lose, kill ya if you came up | |
Niggaz passin' disease, fuckin' the same slut | |
You either cuttin' a demo or gettin' ' caine cut | |
Don' t go to school, they' ll treat you like a lame duck | |
You ain' t my master, yeah it' s a shame but | |
What do you expect fromkids who need respect | |
Cuz no one was at home for them to learn respect from? | |
We respect guns, we respect funds | |
Let' s face it, my future don' t look like the Jetsons | |
Don' t ask the government for help cause we expect none | |
Our heroes get murdered and replaced with the next one | |
It' s like a wild west done | |
On the way out I hope I get one | |
But I doubt that will happen | |
Cuz of crabs in a barrel | |
I' ll probably end up in a cage | |
Cuz I had to let a blast from the barrel | |
The city of Philly echoes | |
Hook 2X | |
It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
Gun shots and pretty beats | |
Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
It' s talkin' to ya, it' s giving you a heads up | |
It' s sayin' that niggaz ' round here is gettin' fed up |
zuò qǔ : Faust, Lacey | |
Intro | |
Yeah | |
It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
Yo, yo | |
Verse 1 | |
Welcome to the home of brotherly love | |
Brothers covered in blood | |
The man' s office is covered in bugs | |
The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug | |
Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs | |
Go Eagles, McNabb and T. O. | |
We ain' t hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke | |
We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil | |
A city of justice unequal | |
The shadow of New York we still under | |
So we gotta kill ' em every summer, walk a little tougher | |
Guns bustin' how we chose to fight | |
When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight | |
Streets often deserted on the coldest nights | |
All hair trigger thunderbirds show you' re right | |
Cops don' t ask if ya know your rights | |
Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes | |
Pavement gamblers rollin' dice | |
Short sentence describe your whole life | |
Low expectancy at a low price for a low life | |
The mind of many years shines, soul so bright | |
But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights | |
Everybody rhyme and they claim they don' t writeit down | |
Sit down, take it all in | |
Civilization, this is where it all ends | |
The city I call kin | |
Yo, so take caution | |
Hook 2X | |
It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
Gun shots and pretty beats | |
Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
It' s talkin' to ya, it' s giving you a heads up | |
It' s sayin' that niggaz ' round here is gettin' fed up | |
Verse 2 | |
On stoops the fruits of my labor | |
Hood gossip never news from the newspaper | |
Don' t ask me for shit, we never do favors | |
The elders are now just a bunch of reclused neighbors | |
Tax dollars go to prisons, new judges, new chambers | |
Love it when you lose, kill ya if you came up | |
Niggaz passin' disease, fuckin' the same slut | |
You either cuttin' a demo or gettin' ' caine cut | |
Don' t go to school, they' ll treat you like a lame duck | |
You ain' t my master, yeah it' s a shame but | |
What do you expect fromkids who need respect | |
Cuz no one was at home for them to learn respect from? | |
We respect guns, we respect funds | |
Let' s face it, my future don' t look like the Jetsons | |
Don' t ask the government for help cause we expect none | |
Our heroes get murdered and replaced with the next one | |
It' s like a wild west done | |
On the way out I hope I get one | |
But I doubt that will happen | |
Cuz of crabs in a barrel | |
I' ll probably end up in a cage | |
Cuz I had to let a blast from the barrel | |
The city of Philly echoes | |
Hook 2X | |
It' s the sound of Philadelphia | |
Gun shots and pretty beats | |
Come along with me, hear my city speak | |
It' s talkin' to ya, it' s giving you a heads up | |
It' s sayin' that niggaz ' round here is gettin' fed up |