Make - Propaganda, Beautiful Eulogy

Make - Propaganda, Beautiful Eulogy

Альбом
Crimson Cord
Год
2016
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
150770

以下は曲の歌詞です Make 、アーティスト - Propaganda, Beautiful Eulogy 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Make "

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Make

Propaganda, Beautiful Eulogy

Yeah

Them creative forces that forged

From dust an entire species

Native forces surged

From muck and mire?

Please

Pain that makes the ground fertile to launch artistic movements

Pick your renaissance, Italy or Harlem

Art that steers clear of them squad cars

Stay under that radar

Them tasers sting hard

I’ve been there

Art that shines bright in a prison

Yo let me tell ya

Elegant, brilliant, audio Helvetica

Mind change with side change, compression it’s bliss

Didn’t see it, but now I know possibilities endless

Who would have thought something as dumb as rap could spark this

Paradigm shift

He only used one image to (make)

Came and gathered up the gravel and

Fashioning from mud

Everything we know and love

Lumps of coal

Got soul from JAH’s nostrils

Blood bought, mud blood, walked in Terracottas

Something out of nothing

I dare you

And stare straight into the status quo

Like «Do I scare you?»

The mainstream tremble and fall

And point them all to the Savior

Until they all stand in awe

So push yourself

Force yourself

You feel the pain?

Lean into it

Growl!

Lose your voice like you mean to do it

The P90x of thinking

Build up resilience

Pen don’t give brain breaks

Makes you brilliant

And feast on a catalog

Update your dialogue

Fool, we still build schools of thoughts out of Lincoln Logs

The big homies chew me up

But Hoover used to school me like

Everything in life

You either do it right

Or do it twice

Homie opt in

Like you ain’t got an option

Confirm God’s calling like you’re all in

When the combined force

Of four horsemen

Forged in Hell’s furnaces

Challenge you to face off

Show them what you made of

Came and gathered up the gravel and

Fashioning from mud

Everything we know and love

Lumps of coal

Got soul from JAH’s nostrils

Blood bought, mud blood, walked in Terracottas

Something out of nothing

I dare you

And stare straight into the status quo

Like «Do I scare you?»

The mainstream tremble and fall

And point them all to the Savior

Until they all stand in awe

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