Giraffe Hunts - Moor Mother/Billy Woods.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC)/Camae Dennis (ASCAP)
[00:08.395][Verse 1: billy woods]
[00:08.660]It's beautiful
[00:13.181]The sun a bruised orange, clouds sparse, sky mauve
[00:16.371]The light soft as though filtered through gauze, pause
[00:19.817]Rollin' barrel bombs to where the helicopter doors was tooken off
[00:23.612]The rotors was too loud to talk
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[00:25.475][Verse 2: Moor Mother]
[00:25.996]Meet black dirty Diana, prancer, stranded
[00:28.387]23rd necromancer, chancellor [?]
[00:31.046]Wraths of grape
[00:32.375]Purple fields, purple haze
[00:33.972]Devil's prolly smoked his ransom
[00:36.633]Candy flip, cameo, tongue lash
[00:37.419]Rattlesnake fast rap, I'm stuck
[00:39.544]Foaming lip, frosty, yesterday's spit shine
[00:42.205]Even when we're looted
[00:43.533]Loud bombs, I think I'm gon' be shootin'
[00:46.190]The big up rose up like the Baltimore Putin
[00:48.582]Talkin' bout, ain't a damn thing movin'
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[00:51.233][Verse 3: billy woods]
[00:51.762]The zoo had a decapitated giraffe
[00:53.623]A dedicated staff of volunteers, the acid was bad
[00:56.813]The gift shop was packed
[00:58.677]Congolese hands chopped and dropped in your gift bag
[01:01.587]Seepin' blood turned the gift wrap black
[01:04.249]Marrow weepin' out the cracks, sweet king crab
[01:06.904]Darwin screamin' out his sleep, in the dream it was a laugh though
[01:10.363]Traffic stop, I reach for my slave pass slow
[01:13.544]Quill and ink, brittle parchment
[01:15.407]Waved through by the sergeant
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[01:17.532][Verse 4: Moor Mother]
[01:17.797]Slipped behind the [?] town
[01:18.860]Saw men draw meridians through life lines
[01:21.254]Why we tip-toe 'round these land mines and fault lines
[01:24.168]Feel the earth movin', flat earth see-saw
[01:26.559]Me and woods in the rickshaw being pulled by horses
[01:29.749]I'm hearin' voices
[01:31.077]The sky was red, and oyster shells are for [?]
[01:33.740]Is this so?, it seems distorted
[01:35.853]Lines recorded
[01:36.920]Ways of life, the sergeant yelled, come over
[01:40.107]His arms king cobras, I fainted on sight
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[01:42.771][Verse 5: billy woods]
[01:43.034]On the train home, a Maasai warrior asked me for change
[01:45.692]I said no
[01:46.742]They were shootin' bison out the same train
[01:49.135]Crack lightning, gunsmoke
[01:50.732]Not a word, just brass pingin' on the floor
[01:53.391]Express to 42nd
[01:55.255]Deafened by the retort of the weapons
[01:57.102]We wound through ancient burial grounds
[01:58.963]For women who went missin'
[02:00.292]Guns sound like supercars shiftin'
[02:02.419]Train car black as a scorched piston
[02:04.547]Fly agaric spores driftin'
[02:06.673]Sword slick with blood, the lord giveth
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[02:09.054][Outro: billy woods]
[02:14.107]What redeems it is the idea only
[02:17.298]An idea at the back of it, not a sentimental pretense
[02:21.727]But an idea and an unselfish belief in the idea
[02:24.909]Something you can set up and bow down before and offer a sacrifice to