a few words for the firing squad (radiation) (Instrumental) - El-P/Run The Jewels.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jaime Meline/Michael Render/Torbitt Schwartz/Wilder Zoby Schwartz/Matt Sweeney
[00:00.00]I woke up early once again, that's four days straight
[00:06.18]I didn't wake you, baby, I just watched you lay
[00:11.78]In the radiation of the city sun
[00:16.89]I am in love with you, it is my only grace (Woo)
[00:23.08]You know how everything can seem a little out of place?
[00:28.18]All of my life, that seemed to be the only normal state
[00:33.48]So feelin' normal never really meant me feelin' sane
[00:38.28]And bein' clear about the truth and bein' sane have never really been the same
[00:43.78]I used to wanna get the chance to show the world I'm smart (Ha)
[00:48.38]Isn't that dumb? I should've focused mostly on the heart
[00:53.68]'Cause I seen smarter people trample life like it's an art
[00:58.68]So bein' smart ain't what it used to be, that's ****in' dark
[01:03.48]You ever notice that the worst of us have all the chips?
[01:08.58]It really kinda takes the sheen off people gettin' rich
[01:13.68]Like maybe rich is not the holy, ever-lovin'
[01:18.58]King of nothin' ****ers, know we know you're bluffin'
[01:21.88]You are dealing with the mother****in' money-money runners
[01:24.08][Verse 2: Killer Mike]
[01:24.38]It’d be a lie if I told you that I ever disdained the fortune and fame
[01:30.08]But the presence of the pleasure never abstained me from any of the pain
[01:35.48]When my mother transitioned to another plane, I was sitting on a plane
[01:40.88]Tellin' her to hold on, and she tried hard, but she just couldn't hang
[01:45.98]Been two years, truth is I'll probably never be the same
[01:50.98]Dead serious, it's a chore not to let myself go insane
[01:56.08]It's crippling, make you wanna lean on a cup of promethazine
[02:01.38]But my queen say she need a king, not another junkie, flunky rapper fiend
[02:06.68]Friends tell her, "He could be another Malcolm, he could be another Martin"
[02:11.98]She told her partner, "I need a husband more than the world need another martyr"
[02:17.38]Made in Atlanta, Georgia, where I use to ride the MARTA
[02:22.58]With a empty .22 in the front pocket of my Braves Starter
[02:27.98]Tryin' to make it out the mud as a baby father is much harder
[02:33.28]The same children that you love and adore, the court'll use to break and rob ya
[02:38.58]Circumstance woulda broke a weaker man, but I put it on my mama
[02:43.78]I'm a man of honor and the hardship made me a better money runner
[02:46.98][Verse 3: El-P]
[02:47.38]This is for the never heard, never even got a mother****in' word
[02:52.78]This is for my sister, Sarah, honey, I'm so sorry you were hurt (Ayy)
[02:58.08]This is for the dawn, mama took a knock, had to change the locks
[03:03.28]Dusted up, but brushed off and I watched, talk about a boss
[03:08.58]For the holders of a shred of heart even when you wanna fall apart
[03:13.88]When you're surrounded by the fog, treadin' water in the ice cold dark
[03:19.18]When they got you feelin' like a fox runnin' from another pack of dogs
[03:24.58]Put the pistol and the fist up in the air, we are there, swear to God
[03:27.88][Verse 4: Killer Mike]
[03:28.18]Black child in America, the fact that I made it's magic
[03:33.58]Black and beautiful, the world broke my mama heart, and she died an addict
[03:38.98]God blessed me to redeem her in my thoughts, words, and my actions
[03:44.28]Satisfaction for the devil, goddammit, he'll never, ever have it
[03:49.58]This is for the do-gooders that the no-gooders used and then abused
[03:54.88]For the truth tellers tied to the whippin' post, left beaten, battered, bruised
[04:00.28]For the ones whose body hung from a tree like a piece of strange fruit
[04:05.58]Go hard, last words to the firing squad was, "**** you too"
[04:09.18][Instrumental Break]
[04:31.98][Outro: Matt Sweeney, Matt Sweeney & A$AP Ferg, A$AP Ferg]
[04:32.28]This is the story of a couple of small-time hustlers
[04:37.38]Framed by crooked cops and forced to make a run for their lives
[04:42.78]Nothin' but a bag of money, a stolen Buick Grand National
[04:48.08]And each other to their names
[04:50.68]They ain't friends, exactly
[04:53.38]These guys have a better chance of killin' each other
[04:58.38]Than beatin' the odds
[05:01.08]No sir, they're brothers, and when the chips are down
[05:06.18]I really don't think you wanna bet against
[05:09.68]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:14.68]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:19.98]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:25.28]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:30.58]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:35.88]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:41.18]Oh, Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
[05:46.48]Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)