Its a Process歌詞
  • 歌手:Jackson Turner
    歌詞出處:http://ssgv4xm.cn
    Its a Process
    作詞：Jackson Turner
    作曲 ：Soulspeak
    編曲 ：Soulspeak
    制作 ：Soulspeak
    混音 ：Chronmaster
    I’m a microphone fiend
    Freedom fighter for the love of the art
    Doing things to piss the other ones off, with a smile
    Underrated like Muhammad abroad
    Summersault up out the ring
    My shit is coming apart at the seems
    I used to drink a 5th of Vodka in the parking lot
    And we’d be talking lout, white, brown and chocolate
    Come along and lick your lips and lollypops
    Here’s a toast to all the fallen soldiers
    Eazy-E to Scott La Rock
    You good for nothing in every fashion
    I’ll write your ass an epitaph as if I’m Sun Yat-sen
    Just give me five minutes
    You know what time it is
    Fat lady blowing out her lungs like fifty violinists
    Amadou Diallo, they did him like the German Gestapo
    Turn the tables on them take a shot at the 50
    Heretic, speaking truth through parables
    Baratone voice, tearing down the walls of Jericho, motherfucker
    Its a process
    They try to buy and co-opt us
    Heretic, I don’t fit into your boxes
    Yeah, its all a process
    Where my true hip-hoppers?
    And my Rastas?
    If you can’t pick lock the door, its getting knocked in
    I rap for listeners, revolutionaries
    And wild pistoleers clapping domes
    You know the deal like you tapped my phone
    Back on it, blowing brains out the hat you holding
    With my status only
    Hip-hop’s Shaq and Kobi
    Try to see me, Polyphemus blind the cyclops
    I fight cops, single-handed swinging Ty Cobb-style, if they want it
    Howitzer pointed at the wig
    Could give a fuck if I be out by the morning
    Gotcha all awaiting when my shit drops
    Hip-hop heads catching vertigo like Freddie Hitchcock
    Overcome the tension
    Dialectic principles that make the game change
    I aint phased bitch, I’m maintaining
    Your shit is lame aint it?
    I’m here to bang lyrics
    I’m making Pun, Big, Pac, L and Jay hear it
    This is for they’re spirit
    And they gonna live forever
    Never faded like the star berret of Che Guevara
    Its a process
    They try to buy and co-opt us
    Heretic, I don’t fit into your boxes
    Yeah, its all a process
    Where my true hip-hoppers?
    And my Rastas?
    If you can’t pick lock the door, its getting knocked in
    I be the show stopper
    Number one poet, clobbering foes who don’t got it
    I bring drama like a soap opera
    Breaking door knockers off
    I never stop to pause
    Locking horns, hard core without the rock and roll
    I said goodbye to alcohol, GOYA sipping
    Setting fire to Babylon
    Educated by the tablets of Sumerian kings
    They say that humans came from alien beings
    I don’t contemplate the universe, I stay to the street
    Make a Stalinista flip around 180 degrees
    Please, don’t try to tame this rebel music
    Bare knuckles and a pair of testicles is what I step to you with
    I’m like a methamphetamine you inject
    Cut you down before you get up on that pedestal yet
    This is your last chance
    I see your cowardice
    You stunting hard, I come at you like an avalanche
  • Its a Process
    作詞：Jackson Turner
    作曲 ：Soulspeak
    編曲 ：Soulspeak
    制作 ：Soulspeak
    混音 ：Chronmaster
    I’m a microphone fiend
    Freedom fighter for the love of the art
    Doing things to piss the other ones off, with a smile
    Underrated like Muhammad abroad
    Summersault up out the ring
    My shit is coming apart at the seems
    I used to drink a 5th of Vodka in the parking lot
    And we’d be talking lout, white, brown and chocolate
    Come along and lick your lips and lollypops
    Here’s a toast to all the fallen soldiers
    Eazy-E to Scott La Rock
    You good for nothing in every fashion
    I’ll write your ass an epitaph as if I’m Sun Yat-sen
    Just give me five minutes
    You know what time it is
    Fat lady blowing out her lungs like fifty violinists
    Amadou Diallo, they did him like the German Gestapo
    Turn the tables on them take a shot at the 50
    Heretic, speaking truth through parables
    Baratone voice, tearing down the walls of Jericho, motherfucker
    Its a process
    They try to buy and co-opt us
    Heretic, I don’t fit into your boxes
    Yeah, its all a process
    Where my true hip-hoppers?
    And my Rastas?
    If you can’t pick lock the door, its getting knocked in
    I rap for listeners, revolutionaries
    And wild pistoleers clapping domes
    You know the deal like you tapped my phone
    Back on it, blowing brains out the hat you holding
    With my status only
    Hip-hop’s Shaq and Kobi
    Try to see me, Polyphemus blind the cyclops
    I fight cops, single-handed swinging Ty Cobb-style, if they want it
    Howitzer pointed at the wig
    Could give a fuck if I be out by the morning
    Gotcha all awaiting when my shit drops
    Hip-hop heads catching vertigo like Freddie Hitchcock
    Overcome the tension
    Dialectic principles that make the game change
    I aint phased bitch, I’m maintaining
    Your shit is lame aint it?
    I’m here to bang lyrics
    I’m making Pun, Big, Pac, L and Jay hear it
    This is for they’re spirit
    And they gonna live forever
    Never faded like the star berret of Che Guevara
    Its a process
    They try to buy and co-opt us
    Heretic, I don’t fit into your boxes
    Yeah, its all a process
    Where my true hip-hoppers?
    And my Rastas?
    If you can’t pick lock the door, its getting knocked in
    I be the show stopper
    Number one poet, clobbering foes who don’t got it
    I bring drama like a soap opera
    Breaking door knockers off
    I never stop to pause
    Locking horns, hard core without the rock and roll
    I said goodbye to alcohol, GOYA sipping
    Setting fire to Babylon
    Educated by the tablets of Sumerian kings
    They say that humans came from alien beings
    I don’t contemplate the universe, I stay to the street
    Make a Stalinista flip around 180 degrees
    Please, don’t try to tame this rebel music
    Bare knuckles and a pair of testicles is what I step to you with
    I’m like a methamphetamine you inject
    Cut you down before you get up on that pedestal yet
    This is your last chance
    I see your cowardice
    You stunting hard, I come at you like an avalanche