Текст (слова) песни: Talib Kweli f Jean Grae - Phoenix

[Dave Chapelle as RICK JAMES]
That`s right bitches..
It`s the beautiful mixtape
Look this shit is beautiful, it`s one of the best mixtapes
You`ll ever hear in your life
One of the baddes muthafuckin`
Funkiest muthafuckin` mixtapes, ever..
I said it... that`s right bitches Talib Kweli
You`re now rockin` with the best, the best!

[TALIB KWELI]
Yeah
When I was a young man I had stars in my eyes
Time is wrinkled like the hands of the elders that love us
I find a window to watch the path like ghetto grandmothers
They says eyes is the windows to ya soul
So I open the the blind to feel the breeze blowin` in from the winter chain
Surround myself with images of bravery
Cuz the soul of my people bared witness to slavery
I seen the inside of my heart it get dark
Like the flesh of my bone
And heavy like the breath of this poem
Plus, I seen lands so dry the trees cry
Tears fallin` like it`s autumn the leaves die
Pre-packaged futures freeze dried, cross me by
The body count in the streets is knee high
Plus, I seen pubbles so deep the puddles speak
Ripe with stories that leap from the cluttered street
Blood`ll be beet-red runnin` through the gutters cuz heat
The currency that we exchange with folks who tryin` to eat
I cried in my sleep, seen trains speedin` down the tracks of my tears
Runnin` down the face of the Earth, c`mon
I see it in the space that was the place of my birth
I play eye tag with death - she`s such a flirt
That`s some scary shit, I put it all in my music
Real loud makin` a scene if I seen it I use it, yeah
Beautiful strugglin` `n` so I`m used to the bubblin`
What I be utterin` so hot it got the homeless people huddlin`
Haters mutterin` under breath, who ain`t the best?
See the scavengers `n` vultures pickin` at what`s left
I rise from the ashes like a phoenix - believe it
Flow brand new like a fetus - believe it
Mean what I say if I say it, I mean it
I lived it, I breathed it, believe me, I seen it

[JEAN GRAE]
Man I pray ya`ll passionate
I swing out like a little leaguer on a Sunday ignorin` the Catholics
Rebel rap with a spine plated metal back
I never fold medal gold with a vaultin` pole
Nigger I`m better known as light let me shine on you
Mind confident rhyme dominant lines constant
Caramello color hella mellow
The fellows run up `n` "Hello"
Hella sorrow when I tell `em taken "Holla"
I got that horrow vision, they say I`m masochistic
I don`t think it`s crazy they call me shady I`m flattered, get it?
My image is sick I`m in need of amedic
I should get a permanent residence in hospital bed it`s
THe way I freak shit, you meek like that old rapper chick
I smack an actor in a wall `til his back`s in the brick
I rig `em all with the mind basement `n` trapdoors
It`s me I`ll clap the survivors until I see some rigormortis
I seen the forest through the trees
But only because I cut off all the leaves
And left `em blowin` off into the breeze
That I create whenever I speak
I`m cheap fuck it, I need to win something
Before I kick this rap bucket in
Fuck it again, fuck you if this hasn`t struck you
As a genius stickin` out like a bucktooth
I`m couth, yes I know it mostly regarded as pottymouth
Dirty like the city ground you on when the shotties come out
I`m witty plust I`m incredibly diligent
Dream of the president mac-millied I`m militant
I go along like a Philly bed I pity you
SIlly fool I know ain`t nobody really feelin` you

(*Gunshots*)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Talib Kweli f Jean Grae - Phoenix [Dave Chapelle as RICK JAMES] That`s right bitches.. It`s the beautiful mixtape Look this shit is beautiful, it`s one of the best mixtapes You`ll ever hear in your life One of the baddes muthafuckin` Funkiest muthafuckin` mixtapes, ever.. I said it... that`s right bitches Talib Kweli You`re now rockin` with the best, the best! [TALIB KWELI] Yeah When I was a young man I had stars in my eyes Time is wrinkled like the hands of the elders that love us I find a window to watch the path like ghetto grandmothers They says eyes is the windows to ya soul So I open the the blind to feel the breeze blowin` in from the winter chain Surround myself with images of bravery Cuz the soul of my people bared witness to slavery I seen the inside of my heart it get dark Like the flesh of my bone And heavy like the breath of this poem Plus, I seen lands so dry the trees cry Tears fallin` like it`s autumn the leaves die Pre-packaged futures freeze dried, cross me by The body count in the streets is knee high Plus, I seen pubbles so deep the puddles speak Ripe with stories that leap from the cluttered street Blood`ll be beet-red runnin` through the gutters cuz heat The currency that we exchange with folks who tryin` to eat I cried in my sleep, seen trains speedin` down the tracks of my tears Runnin` down the face of the Earth, c`mon I see it in the space that was the place of my birth I play eye tag with death - she`s such a flirt That`s some scary shit, I put it all in my music Real loud makin` a scene if I seen it I use it, yeah Beautiful strugglin` `n` so I`m used to the bubblin` What I be utterin` so hot it got the homeless people huddlin` Haters mutterin` under breath, who ain`t the best? See the scavengers `n` vultures pickin` at what`s left I rise from the ashes like a phoenix - believe it Flow brand new like a fetus - believe it Mean what I say if I say it, I mean it I lived it, I breathed it, believe me, I seen it [JEAN GRAE] Man I pray ya`ll passionate I swing out like a little leaguer on a Sunday ignorin` the Catholics Rebel rap with a spine plated metal back I never fold medal gold with a vaultin` pole Nigger I`m better known as light let me shine on you Mind confident rhyme dominant lines constant Caramello color hella mellow The fellows run up `n` "Hello" Hella sorrow when I tell `em taken "Holla" I got that horrow vision, they say I`m masochistic I don`t think it`s crazy they call me shady I`m flattered, get it? My image is sick I`m in need of amedic I should get a permanent residence in hospital bed it`s THe way I freak shit, you meek like that old rapper chick I smack an actor in a wall `til his back`s in the brick I rig `em all with the mind basement `n` trapdoors It`s me I`ll clap the survivors until I see some rigormortis I seen the forest through the trees But only because I cut off all the leaves And left `em blowin` off into the breeze That I create whenever I speak I`m cheap fuck it, I need to win something Before I kick this rap bucket in Fuck it again, fuck you if this hasn`t struck you As a genius stickin` out like a bucktooth I`m couth, yes I know it mostly regarded as pottymouth Dirty like the city ground you on when the shotties come out I`m witty plust I`m incredibly diligent Dream of the president mac-millied I`m militant I go along like a Philly bed I pity you SIlly fool I know ain`t nobody really feelin` you (Gunshots) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Phoenix: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/10558.html Все тексты песен: Talib Kweli f Jean Grae » Talib Kweli f Jean Grae - Phoenix » Talib Kweli f Jean Grae - Black Girl Pain Рекомендуем скачать: » Т.Буланова - Коростель » Татьяна Афраймович - Мертвы снежинки после Рождества » Таня Буланова - Под Новый год » Татьяна Афраймович - Окно-1 » Т.Овсиенко - Тёмная ночь » Татьяна Маркова - Платье белое » Татьяна Флейшман - Мне нужно знать, что я – твоя... » Татьяна Дрыгина - Шахматы » Т.Овсиенко - Школьная пора » Туана - Родной » Т.Овсиенко - Колечко » Таня Буланова - Механическое сердце » Татьяна Алешина - Когда поэт о жизни размышляет... » Татьяна Овсиенко - Цепочка » Татьяна Фоменко - Норвежская песня » Таня Буланова - Тебя люблю » Трио Маренич - Бодай ся когут знудив! » Тимур Шаов - Ханыжная симфония » Таня Буланова - Чья вина » Татьяна Глазкова - Хула несётся над могилой. Амен...
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