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Non Phixion, ILL BILL & Lord Goat
Four W's
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Four W's은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2024년 7월 12일일에 Uncle Howie Records에서 발매되었습니다.Four W's - Single
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앨범Four W's - Single
발매일2024년 7월 12일
라벨Uncle Howie Records
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
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에너지
BPM89

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Non Phixion
Non Phixion
실연자
ILL BILL
ILL BILL
실연자
Lord Goat
Lord Goat
실연자
작곡 및 작사
William Braunstein
William Braunstein
작곡가
Mitchell Manzanilla
Mitchell Manzanilla
작곡가
John Fuentes
John Fuentes
작곡가
Michael Berrin
Michael Berrin
작곡가
Mark Sutain
Mark Sutain
작곡가

가사

Why haven't you learned anything?
It's all there, it's all there in Toynbee and those books on the shelf!
Suppression breeds violence!
You're going to raise the curfew an hour?
Will you look outside?
You see that kid?
Last week he just wanted to get laid!
Now he wants to kill somebody!
(Pigs go home!)
Check the scary facts, look at where we at
Terrorists, proletariats
Known to carry gats so we interact
Take you back: 1492
The Devil sent over a crew, in America the Devil grew
To the current time now the politician be the devilish, forever rich
Barbarian heretic, forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals of war on trial pleading the fifth
And the mental slavery continues
If it was food it'd be their favorite dish on the imperialist menu
We fight to liberate your mind state
But all I see is the fucking crack rock
The body count and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael
Sharper than stainless steel Sheridan and tie your weaponry
Walking the West Bank like a desert storm veteran
[Hook: Sabac Red, Goretex & MC Serch] (2x)
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
What?! (*scratching*)
"Take these words home and think it through"
I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist
I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six
I free every son from crimes he ain't commit
I want Persians on the guillotine with they neck split
I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi
And I'd say, it was proper-ty, of the Kings County
I reverse the effects of physical neglect
I want whores in front of mirrors asking where's my self respect
I want Ralph Lauren to get down with Karl Kani
Have Rodeo Drive's smack in the middle of Southside
I really want the Latin Quarter back open
A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
What?! (*scratching*)
Take these words home and think it through
Sabac hold the style of rap chemist, environmentalist
Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Fuentes
Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter
Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a New Yorker
Check the laws of Occam, the holy token's how we built it
Life's filled with smoke and piss and drinking charcoal-filtered
Four and three sixty for Non Phixion be the obvious
We handle jakes, eliminate fakes, stay alive in this
Survivalist overcome reflections of my inner demons
My mind relates to crime like fertile eggs relate to semen
I close my eyes like I was deceased
Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
What?! (*scratching*)
Take these words home and think it through
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
What?! (*scratching*)
Take these words home and think it through
This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it
Or you will end-er you
My temperament's foul like tenements
I feel you sensitive
The ghetto horror deep within prophecies
Planning your own arrest like Jesus tell me you stopping me
Jerusalem sun down on the hill
Three bodies suspended crookedly
They booking me, my back's against the wall
With words they pushing me
It's stated, like righteous kings in the line of David
Never Mercedes, all them offers made they got me jaded
Facing the agony, victorious call me Maccabees
Apocalyptic, hexing my rivalries through chemistry
Drama time, shooting shy guys rocking econolon
Shooting, no peeking, tryna catch Gore slipping on punchlines
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
What?! (*scratching*)
Take these words home and think it through
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
What?! (*scratching*)
Take these words home and think it through
Written by: John Fuentes, Mark Sutain, Michael Berrin, Mitchell Manzanilla, William Braunstein

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