Nujabes - Emcee Sounds lyrics
Why go down? Fly more up Don't go now. Still go on. x2 Let's be proud of what we are… They call me the rapper's rapper Schoolin' fools like pappa rappa the rapper Wrappin' rappers in wrapping wrappers When I rap to rappers the rappers rather just wrap their raps up When the rappers rap to the rapper's rapper their raps get mad love Love, l, l, l, love. Got me high when I fly lke a d, d, d, dove Way a b, b, b, bove. My words flood, d, d, d, dud The rebirth of rap happen when I d, d, d, does It's like… Why go down? Fly more up Don't go now. Still go on. x2 Let's be proud of what we are & dream of sounds, emcee sounds Music, rhyme, a poet's voice You'll be fine, use vocal chords x2 In this life know it's hard But own your life & go, it's yours As I hit the ground running Sound stunning, noun hunting, verb punting, I steal a base Kick my kicks up & reveal my taste Tunes on, smooth songs, you could feel the ba** From blue wrongs to huge throngs how it heals my face So this a much lighter shade than navy, maybe baby & a much higher grade than A be, crazy gravy & so much of what I say's amazing, I made your fav list Graveless so I'm livin' it up Ageless, future earth gon be listening up & whether you at work or out & sippin' from cups Addicted to d**, shopping, pickin' up stuff Sick to your gut or loungin' in the crib with your son Missin' someone & wishin' you could kiss ‘em again Grippin' a gun or peace marchin', vixen or nun The difference is none, love is, this is for them, one Five eleven I'll be settling for utter superbness Superfluus wordage for others I mutter this service From the gutter to burbs it's liable to smoter your purpose So breathe deeply, easily while the youngster is swerving I've seen dumpsters & vermin, hustlers no permits Puffers of herbage, smugglers, burglars & a hunger for murder Others advert to urging brothers to further themselves Becoming younger learners, taking the route of safe & legal money earners Ancient evils come to turn us in the form of wicked media Put all your tvs up & come explore this wikipedia Make sure you're taking what you're seeing on your screen with a Giant bowl of salt it's truth go on & eat it up But heat it up so it be steamier, feedin' us with bacteria Seemingly backwards demons for deeming my raps inferior Sneaky attacks on each of us, keeping us back it's serious Fiercely extracting tears from ducts, merely attaching fear for fuss They're barely human, can't relate to the pains of the people A scary nuissance but I've planted my face to the peephole & I hear their movements, all their plans are a shame & so lethal So I'm weary to them, ‘s all a scam & their aim is to keep you Under their spell, mind control is the way of the future Welcome to hell, you'll find your soul within fangs that'll chew ‘em In a dumpy jail the kind that's cold & the grates of a sewer Are what shut your cell, ‘d be nice to know but we stay in a stupor They'll try to scorch our source of knowledge as Bradbury said But I'll die before I'm forced to follow, I'd rather be dead They brainwash us with propaganda as Orwell had put it & the same'll stop us from damag'n it, Winston surely couldn't The tralfamadorians were wrong sorry Vonnegut No free will? That's an excuse for the horror that violence is But Fanon's right, it could work in response & that's not hypocrisy As Heller'd written exists in military beaurocracies But honestly… How long, will this pain go on ? ‘Cause I ‘o'n' ‘ow, if I could take much more & is it far, 'til I make it home? Home