[00:00.00] 作词 : Saul Williams/Darryl Jenifer/Gary Miller
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Saul Williams/Darryl Jenifer/Gary Miller
[00:07.83]I'm fallin' up flights of stairs
[00:09.66]Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk
[00:11.64]Jumpin' from rivers to bridges
[00:13.32]Drownin' in pure air
[00:15.15]Hip hop is lyin' on the side of the road
[00:17.25]Half dead to itself
[00:18.63]Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like jazz
[00:21.60]Stuffed into an over sized record bag
[00:23.79]Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition
[00:26.10]Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at
[00:28.44]Karma's wedding
[00:29.49]The ring bearer bore bad news
[00:31.38]Minister of
[00:32.01]Information wrote the wrong proclamation
[00:34.11]An' now everyone's singin' the wrong song
[00:36.30]Dissonant chords find necks like nooses
[00:38.70]That bitch kicked the chair from under my feet
[00:41.31]Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on beat
[00:43.83]Damn, that loop is tight
[00:45.24]That bitch found a way to sample the way the truth the light
[00:48.21]Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight
[00:50.67]Niggas are gonna die
[00:52.02]Cop car swerves to the side of the road
[00:54.33]Hip hop takes its last breath
[00:56.07]The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad
[00:59.19]Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle"You have the right to remain silent""You have the right to remain silent"
[01:06.63]An' maybe you should have, maybe you should have
[01:08.76]Before your bullshit manifeste
[01:10.62]These thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out
[01:13.08]Niggas think
[01:14.43]I'm bugged out 'cause
[01:15.48]I ain't Sean
[01:15.84]John or Lugged out
[01:16.83]This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that
[01:20.19]This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black
[01:23.31]So where my aliens at?
[01:24.93]Girl, we all illegal
[01:27.15]This system ain't for us, it's for rich people
[01:30.54]An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money
[01:33.90]But you can't buy shit to not get hungry
[01:36.75]Telegram to
[01:37.38]Hip HopDear
[01:38.52]Hip Hop, stop
[01:39.78]This shit has gone too far, stop
[01:42.03]Please see that turntables an' mixer are returned to
[01:44.04]Kool Herc, stop
[01:45.30]The ghettos are dancin' off beat, stop
[01:47.85]The master of ceremonies have forgotten
[01:49.74]That they were once slaves and have neglected
[01:51.87]The occasion of this ceremony, stop
[01:54.24]Perhaps we should not have encouraged them
[01:55.74]To use cordless microphones
[01:57.18]For they have walked too far from the source
[01:59.37]An' are emittin' a lesser frequency, stop
[02:01.89]Please inform all interested parties
[02:03.87]That cash nor murder have been included to list of elements, stop
[02:07.59]We are discontinuin' our line of braggadocio
[02:09.99]In light of the current trend in '
[02:11.31]Realness', stop
[02:12.45]As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' shit supplies
[02:15.24]An' replacin' them with magic mushrooms
[02:17.01]In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality, stop
[02:20.73]Give my regards to
[02:21.78]BrooklynThese thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out
[02:39.00]Niggas think
[02:39.78]I'm bugged out 'cause
[02:40.86]I ain't Sean
[02:41.22]John or Lugged out
[02:42.21]This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that
[02:45.57]This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black
[02:48.66]So where my aliens at?
[02:50.28]Girl, we all illegal
[02:52.50]This system ain't for us, it's for rich people
[02:55.80]An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money
[02:59.28]But you can't buy shit to not get hungry
[03:02.70]These cats can't **** with me,
[03:04.86]I purr purple
[03:06.03]Sold, increased, toe shell like a turtle
[03:09.51]I walk the streets like the lie that
[03:12.03]I'm tellin'
[03:12.69]One listener grips me and starts yellin'
[03:16.20]I see through speakers,
[03:17.91]I speak what's seen
[03:19.53]I eat and shed,
[03:21.24]I sleep and dream
[03:23.04]I walk the streets of
[03:24.06]London like, "'Know what I mean?"
[03:26.40]An' chillin' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy beans
[03:29.46]It's like that

作词 : Saul Williams/Darryl Jenifer/Gary Miller
作曲 : Saul Williams/Darryl Jenifer/Gary Miller
I'm fallin' up flights of stairs
Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk
Jumpin' from rivers to bridges
Drownin' in pure air
Hip hop is lyin' on the side of the road
Half dead to itself
Blood scrawled over its mangled flesh like jazz
Stuffed into an over sized record bag
Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition
Diamond-studded teeth strewn like rice at
Karma's wedding
The ring bearer bore bad news
Minister of
Information wrote the wrong proclamation
An' now everyone's singin' the wrong song
Dissonant chords find necks like nooses
That bitch kicked the chair from under my feet
Harlem shakin' from a rope but still on beat
Damn, that loop is tight
That bitch found a way to sample the way the truth the light
Can't wait to play myself at the party tonight
Niggas are gonna die
Cop car swerves to the side of the road
Hip hop takes its last breath
The cop scrawls vernacular manslaughter on a yellow pad
Then balls the paper into his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle"You have the right to remain silent""You have the right to remain silent"
An' maybe you should have, maybe you should have
Before your bullshit manifeste
These thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think
I'm bugged out 'cause
I ain't Sean
John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black
So where my aliens at?
Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, it's for rich people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get hungry
Telegram to
Hip HopDear
Hip Hop, stop
This shit has gone too far, stop
Please see that turntables an' mixer are returned to
Kool Herc, stop
The ghettos are dancin' off beat, stop
The master of ceremonies have forgotten
That they were once slaves and have neglected
The occasion of this ceremony, stop
Perhaps we should not have encouraged them
To use cordless microphones
For they have walked too far from the source
An' are emittin' a lesser frequency, stop
Please inform all interested parties
That cash nor murder have been included to list of elements, stop
We are discontinuin' our line of braggadocio
In light of the current trend in '
Realness', stop
As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' shit supplies
An' replacin' them with magic mushrooms
In hopes of helpin' niggas see beyond their reality, stop
Give my regards to
BrooklynThese thugs can't **** with me, they're too thugged out
Niggas think
I'm bugged out 'cause
I ain't Sean
John or Lugged out
This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black
So where my aliens at?
Girl, we all illegal
This system ain't for us, it's for rich people
An' you ain't rich, dawg, you just got money
But you can't buy shit to not get hungry
These cats can't **** with me,
I purr purple
Sold, increased, toe shell like a turtle
I walk the streets like the lie that
I'm tellin'
One listener grips me and starts yellin'
I see through speakers,
I speak what's seen
I eat and shed,
I sleep and dream
I walk the streets of
London like, "'Know what I mean?"
An' chillin' rack a momma, eatin' crib soy beans
It's like that