Текст (слова) песни: Binary Star - Masters of the Universe

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(Voice sample:)
"Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It is easy for
me to put on a show, and be cocky so I can show you some really fancy
movement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to
express myself honestly enough; that my friend is very hard to do."

(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
Rise and walk my son, come into the light
Inside the dark, we illuminate mics
Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal
Filter to the smog, digital to analog
We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
Simple minds can`t keep up with this

(Verse 2)
I`m a put it on the table
I ain`t a thug nigga and playa
I ain`t playful, I`m jus` a non-sinner
A man without label, standin` on my own two
Tryin` to stay stable
Speakin` what I know, to only what I label
I ain`t the kinda guy who carry out for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I`m jus` everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-go
While other`s go wit` the flow
I ain`t never been the one to follow trend
I do my own bit, can`t keep up with the Joneses
I`m on my own shit, I don`t care what you drink
What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
I ain`t impressed
These lames walk around like mice in the maze
Tryin` to get up on cheese, its just a rap race
One escapes time seems to make
Man worships things over the supreme thing
A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you`re a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world`s a violent place baby
There ain`t no more innocence, or civil men of penitence
Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute
The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented

(Verse 3)
Yo, I ain`t hardcore, I don`t pack a nine millimeter
Most a y`all gangsta rappers ain`t hardcore neither
Whoever get mad, then I`m talkin` `bout you
Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit` our crew
Where I`m from, your reputation don`t mean jack
So what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crack
You ain`t big time, my man
You ain`t no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time
Rhyme after rhymes it`s the same topic
What make you think you hardcore `cause you was raised in the projects
Broke-ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
Now you on the mic, spittin` money`s no object
What you say is bullcrap, if you wasn`t wit` your crew
Or wasn`t drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?
You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction
Yeah, today`s topic, is self-destruction
I ain`t talkin` `bout the KRS-One discussion
I`m talkin` `bout the one-too-many ignorant suckers
Lyin` on the mic to my sisters and brothers
Every time you listen to the radio
All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters ain`t gold
And every gold record don`t glitter, that`s for damn sure

(Scratching Voices:)
"Y`all need to be cool as shit"
"Tryin` to teach you from the heart"
"Y`all rambling on, and ain`t sayin` nothing"
"I`m busy in the mind"
"I`m a go invent, I think I`ll elevate my mental"

(Interlude)
Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused)
About what hip-hop was, you know what I`m sayin`
Or what hip-hop is, (it`s business yo) you know it
It`s all business
(its big money, know what I`m sayin` that`s all these cats about)
You know that`s bullshit, right? That`s nigga talk, nigga talk
But if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down though
I got it broke down, (break it down yo)
You got hip-hop, then you got hip-pop
Hip-pop? (hip-pop)
Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop)
Yes, (know what I`m sayin`)
It used to be real hip

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(Verse 1) Like sand through the hourglass So are the days of our lives And for that lie, only we thrive Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive Rise and walk my son, come into the light Inside the dark, we illuminate mics Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal Filter to the smog, digital to analog We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing Simple minds can`t keep up with this (Verse 2) I`m a put it on the table I ain`t a thug nigga and playa I ain`t playful, I`m jus` a non-sinner A man without label, standin` on my own two Tryin` to stay stable Speakin` what I know, to only what I label I ain`t the kinda guy who carry out for dough The material cat who walk around for show I`m jus` everyday, merry-way Joe-in-the-go While other`s go wit` the flow I ain`t never been the one to follow trend I do my own bit, can`t keep up with the Joneses I`m on my own shit, I don`t care what you drink What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link I ain`t impressed These lames walk around like mice in the maze Tryin` to get up on cheese, its just a rap race One escapes time seems to make Man worships things over the supreme thing A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites Or side with the suckers, by choice It makes no difference, that you`re a product of environment Is just coincidence, the world`s a violent place baby There ain`t no more innocence, or civil men of penitence Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented (Verse 3) Yo, I ain`t hardcore, I don`t pack a nine millimeter Most a y`all gangsta rappers ain`t hardcore neither Whoever get mad, then I`m talkin` `bout you Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit` our crew Where I`m from, your reputation don`t mean jack So what, you pack gats and you sell fiends crack You ain`t big time, my man You ain`t no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time Rhyme after rhymes it`s the same topic What make you think you hardcore `cause you was raised in the projects Broke-ass finally got a hundred in your pocket Now you on the mic, spittin` money`s no object What you say is bullcrap, if you wasn`t wit` your crew Or wasn`t drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats? You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction Yeah, today`s topic, is self-destruction I ain`t talkin` `bout the KRS-One discussion I`m talkin` `bout the one-too-many ignorant suckers Lyin` on the mic to my sisters and brothers Every time you listen to the radio All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit Everything that glitters ain`t gold And every gold record don`t glitter, that`s for damn sure (Scratching Voices:) "Y`all need to be cool as shit" "Tryin` to teach you from the heart" "Y`all rambling on, and ain`t sayin` nothing" "I`m busy in the mind" "I`m a go invent, I think I`ll elevate my mental" (Interlude) Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused) About what hip-hop was, you know what I`m sayin` Or what hip-hop is, (it`s business yo) you know it It`s all business (its big money, know what I`m sayin` that`s all these cats about) You know that`s bullshit, right? That`s nigga talk, nigga talk But if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down though I got it broke down, (break it down yo) You got hip-hop, then you got hip-pop Hip-pop? (hip-pop) Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop) Yes, (know what I`m sayin`) It used to be real hip Нравится песня? 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