[00:00.000] 作词 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
[00:21.319] I'm soul brother uno, Black from the future
[00:23.928] Make beats on the table if I break my computer
[00:27.429] And still make hits like I used ta
[00:29.584] Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer
[00:32.233] Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome
[00:35.031] Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone
[00:37.579] So many ideas, it's coming out the wazoo
[00:40.461] It's only one of me, can never do what I do
[00:43.246] Past, present, and future, that is timeless
[00:45.727] Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless
[00:48.335] Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man
[00:51.057] Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan
[00:53.715] Tears for fears, a shout to all my peers
[00:56.149] But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said
[00:59.368] Tears for fears, a shout to all my peers
[01:01.442] But I never ran out
[01:02.715] All kinda of ideas
[01:03.862] Let's go
[01:25.450] Rack focus to the black Moses
[01:27.771] That's light skinned, a dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened
[01:31.142] My stipend is ripened, from Chi to Big Apple
[01:33.734] On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons, any subject I tackle
[01:36.567] And grapple with wack dudes
[01:38.253] And school n***** like black schools 'cause they lack rules
[01:41.016] N***** mad 'cause I know that cash rules
[01:43.343] Everything around me, except my mind
[01:45.868] The underground found me, and depth I find
[01:48.637] On the railroad, I unjail souls like Harriet
[01:51.621] Spitting chariots of fire through the wire
[01:53.896] And live barb fences
[01:55.338] I murder MC's, some say that it's senseless
[01:58.090] Bomber like a winter coat, though I've been in the trenches
[02:00.784] Known to go for it like fourth and inches
[02:03.712] Move the chains, I maneuver through the game
[02:05.975] My thought? Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
[02:08.390] Foes came, sporting fake smiles like dentures
[02:11.339] Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches
[02:14.102] Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches
[02:16.743] You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions
[02:19.706] These are adventures from Avalon benches
[02:22.115] The real hip hop, Com came to his senses
[02:24.826] Extensions of a man, the master planned for years
[02:27.277] For me to bring to the world
[02:28.565] All kinda ideas

作词 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
作曲 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Joe Wheeler
I'm soul brother uno, Black from the future
Make beats on the table if I break my computer
And still make hits like I used ta
Keep your top five, I'm God's favorite producer
Sixteen bars of pressure, no metronome
Thinking outside the box, that's a better zone
So many ideas, it's coming out the wazoo
It's only one of me, can never do what I do
Past, present, and future, that is timeless
Been a lot a things, but I never been rhymeless
Drums like scattered showers when I rain, man
Giving you food for soul, that's the game plan
Tears for fears, a shout to all my peers
But I never ran out of all kind of ideas, I said
Tears for fears, a shout to all my peers
But I never ran out
All kinda of ideas
Let's go
Rack focus to the black Moses
That's light skinned, a dawn like when the night end, the multi-hyphened
My stipend is ripened, from Chi to Big Apple
On the mic, I'm Micah Parsons, any subject I tackle
And grapple with wack dudes
And school n***** like black schools 'cause they lack rules
N***** mad 'cause I know that cash rules
Everything around me, except my mind
The underground found me, and depth I find
On the railroad, I unjail souls like Harriet
Spitting chariots of fire through the wire
And live barb fences
I murder MC's, some say that it's senseless
Bomber like a winter coat, though I've been in the trenches
Known to go for it like fourth and inches
Move the chains, I maneuver through the game
My thought? Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
Foes came, sporting fake smiles like dentures
Them monkeys been programmed, at them, I throw wrenches
Hunger for the game, your thirst never quenches
You search for mentions, I unearth dimensions
These are adventures from Avalon benches
The real hip hop, Com came to his senses
Extensions of a man, the master planned for years
For me to bring to the world
All kinda ideas