Текст на песента

[Intro]

Lets try something new

It's been a long time coming!

Let me try something brand new

Hey yo Ski!

What you ever do, man?

Come on!

Yo, what we doing it for?

This is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters

Whores and the fashionistas

Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction

The teachers who read the passages

From the back of a G?

That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters

the last of the boosters

With the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooning

and all the crooning, and cooning and auto-tuning, alive

You be tellin, peddlin' to consumers I'm helping them to see through it

get with this new movement,

Let's move it!

[Hook]

Feel the cold rain

Still I'm standing right here

Even the winter summer days

Yeah I'm a product of Reaganomics

From the blocks where he rocking a feds like J Electronica

drop and make this a lock

if he promises where the heart is

whether Jesus or Mohammad

regardless of where the Mosque is (word)

They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy

Tell me when do we stop it?

Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?

Is the answer burning Korans

So that we can defend Islamics?

The end upon us with a hash tag, a trending topic

You take away the freedoms that we invite in the game

Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask them to die in vein

In a desert praying for rain

The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to vein

It ain't for the well-behaved

The soundtrack for when you're great but its more for when you've felt afraid

More than your average rapper

So you sort of felt the way

The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why they lovin' you

This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W.

[Hook]

I do it for the trappers, other rappers

the Backpackers, the crackers

the niggas, the metal-packers

the victims of ghetto factories

I do it for the families, citizens of humanity

Emcee's, endangered species like manatees

I do it for the future of my children!

They the hope for the hopeless

Karma approaches, we gon' be food for a flock of vultures

The end of the World

Ain't nothing left but the cockroaches

and the freedom fighters

We're freedom writers like Bob Moses

the chosen, freedom writers like ?

For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, yeah

My obligation is to my community is so clear!

yeah, we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare!

We do it so big over here that it's no bare

To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the game

We let them live with all they're weak and they're lame

The bozo's and joker's, promoting when they're speaking my name

[Hook]

Talib Kweli - Cold Rain – текст


Още песни на този изпълнител

Добавена от

Musiny

СПОДЕЛИ

Ако не искате този текст да се показва или са засегнати авторски права - пишете ни.

Напишете коментар

Вашият имейл адрес няма да бъде публикуван. Задължителните полета са отбелязани с *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Реклама

Обезщетение закъснял полет

FOLLOW US



Follow us in twitter

By continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. more information

The cookie settings on this website are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. If you continue to use this website without changing your cookie settings or you click "Accept" below then you are consenting to this.

Close