[00:00.00] 作词 : Saul Williams/Thavius Beck/Zach de la Rocha
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Saul Williams/Thavius Beck/Zach de la Rocha
[00:06.09]This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships
[00:11.88]To all the kids who download this song for free
[00:14.52]By any means
[00:15.90]To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams
[00:18.51]All the kids watching T.V. like, "Yo, I wish that was me"
[00:21.39]And all the kids pressing rewind on "Let's Get Free"
[00:24.03]I hear you
[00:25.29]To all the people within the sound of my voice
[00:28.86]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[00:31.83]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[00:33.93](Shakespeare)
[00:34.71]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[00:37.68]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[00:39.75]I didn't vote for this state of affairs
[00:41.94]My emotional state got me prostrate, fearing my fears
[00:45.51]In all reality I'm under prepared
[00:47.43]'Cause I'm ready for war, but not sure if I'm ready to care
[00:51.33]And that's why I'm under prepared
[00:53.16]'Cause I'm ready to fight
[00:54.78]But most fights got me fighting back tears
[00:57.18]'Cause the truth is really I'm scared
[00:59.25]Not scared of the truth
[01:00.51]But just scared of the length you'll go to fight it
[01:03.33]I tried to hold my tongue, son,
[01:04.86]I tried to bite it
[01:05.91]Not trying to start a riot or incite it
[01:08.73]'Cause Brutus is an honorable man
[01:10.65]It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land
[01:15.06]And this one goes out to my man
[01:17.19]Taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand
[01:20.10]Then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam
[01:22.83]But Brutus is an honorable man
[01:26.34]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[01:29.34]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[01:32.13](Shakespeare)
[01:32.46]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[01:35.07]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[01:38.04]If you have tears prepare to shed them now
[01:40.02]For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones
[01:43.83]Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones
[01:46.02]A machete in the heady: Hutu, Tutsi, Leone
[01:49.23]An Afghani in a shanty, doodle dandy yank on
[01:51.72]An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma, come on
[01:54.66]Be ye bishop or pawn, in the streets or the lawn
[01:57.42]You should know that these example could go on and on and
[02:00.69]What sense it make to keep your ears to the street?
[02:03.12]Long as oil's in the soil, truth is never concrete
[02:06.00]So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet
[02:08.88]'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete
[02:11.82]It's our job to not let history repeat
[02:13.89]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[02:16.77]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[02:19.53](Shakespeare)
[02:19.74]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[02:22.50]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[02:25.23](Shakespeare)
[02:25.44]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[02:28.23]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[02:31.02](Shakespeare)
[02:31.23]Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
[02:34.20]The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
[02:46.08]So here's the plan
[02:47.19]The Ides of March are always at hand
[02:49.11]And when the power hungry strike
[02:50.52]They strike the poorest of man
[02:52.08]And if you dare put up a fight
[02:53.40]They'll come and fight for your land
[02:54.96]And they'll call it liberation or salvation
[02:57.36]A call to the youth
[02:58.62]Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose
[03:00.66]But the power of your voice can redirect any truth
[03:03.39]Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose
[03:06.30]And let them dangle from a banner star spangled
[03:08.85]I'm willing and able
[03:10.23]To lift my dreams up out of their cradle
[03:12.18]Nurse and nurture my ideals
[03:13.59]'Til they're much more than a fable
[03:15.12]I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to
[03:17.79]And I won't be a slave to
[03:19.23]What authorities say do
[03:20.76]My desire - to live within a nation on fire
[03:23.64]Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher
[03:26.43]Where no person is addicted to some twisted supplier
[03:29.46]Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer
[03:32.28]We demand a truth naturally at one with the land
[03:35.07]Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand
[03:38.07]Or a search for any weapon we let fall from our hands
[03:40.92]I got beats and a plan
[03:42.39]I'm 'a do what I can
[03:43.65]And what you do is question everything they say do
[03:46.62]Every goal, ideal or value they keep pushing on you
[03:49.56]If they ask you to believe it, question whether it's true
[03:52.47]If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?
[03:55.17]You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun
[03:58.14]Warfare ain't humanitarian, you're scaring me, son
[04:00.99]Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?
[04:03.87]Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education?
[04:06.81]And instead, invest in that erasable lead
[04:09.57]'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead
[04:12.51]And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads
[04:15.30]Or never mind, said the shotgun to the head

作词 : Saul Williams/Thavius Beck/Zach de la Rocha
作曲 : Saul Williams/Thavius Beck/Zach de la Rocha
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships
To all the kids who download this song for free
By any means
To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams
All the kids watching T.V. like, "Yo, I wish that was me"
And all the kids pressing rewind on "Let's Get Free"
I hear you
To all the people within the sound of my voice
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
(Shakespeare)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
I didn't vote for this state of affairs
My emotional state got me prostrate, fearing my fears
In all reality I'm under prepared
'Cause I'm ready for war, but not sure if I'm ready to care
And that's why I'm under prepared
'Cause I'm ready to fight
But most fights got me fighting back tears
'Cause the truth is really I'm scared
Not scared of the truth
But just scared of the length you'll go to fight it
I tried to hold my tongue, son,
I tried to bite it
Not trying to start a riot or incite it
'Cause Brutus is an honorable man
It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land
And this one goes out to my man
Taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand
Then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam
But Brutus is an honorable man
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
(Shakespeare)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
If you have tears prepare to shed them now
For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones
Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones
A machete in the heady: Hutu, Tutsi, Leone
An Afghani in a shanty, doodle dandy yank on
An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma, come on
Be ye bishop or pawn, in the streets or the lawn
You should know that these example could go on and on and
What sense it make to keep your ears to the street?
Long as oil's in the soil, truth is never concrete
So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet
'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete
It's our job to not let history repeat
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
(Shakespeare)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
(Shakespeare)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
(Shakespeare)
Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined
The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line
So here's the plan
The Ides of March are always at hand
And when the power hungry strike
They strike the poorest of man
And if you dare put up a fight
They'll come and fight for your land
And they'll call it liberation or salvation
A call to the youth
Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose
But the power of your voice can redirect any truth
Shift and shape the world you want and keep your fears in a noose
And let them dangle from a banner star spangled
I'm willing and able
To lift my dreams up out of their cradle
Nurse and nurture my ideals
'Til they're much more than a fable
I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to
And I won't be a slave to
What authorities say do
My desire - to live within a nation on fire
Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher
Where no person is addicted to some twisted supplier
Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer
We demand a truth naturally at one with the land
Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand
Or a search for any weapon we let fall from our hands
I got beats and a plan
I'm 'a do what I can
And what you do is question everything they say do
Every goal, ideal or value they keep pushing on you
If they ask you to believe it, question whether it's true
If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you?
You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun
Warfare ain't humanitarian, you're scaring me, son
Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?
Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education?
And instead, invest in that erasable lead
'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead
And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads
Or never mind, said the shotgun to the head