Uncivilized – Nine: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Uncivilized

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Uncivilized został wydany 8 sierpnia 1996 przez On The Low jako część albumu Cloud 9

Szczegóły utworu

Data wydania8 sierpnia 1996

WytwórniaOn The Low

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM88

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nine

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Derrick Keyes

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rockwrecka

Producer

Father Shaheed

Co-Producer

Tekst Utworu

Who cut ya? Save the theatrics for the mattress

N9ne bring the raw dog style with no practice

I'm at this microphone like a ho on the stroll

In total control of the soul

Any asshole could pull a gun, the streets are full of fools

I met smarter younger brothers in jails than in schools

Learning his story about his glory, it bore me

In his territory, he don't do nothin' for me

So fuck him and the horse that he's ridin', I'm barely survivin'

Losin' my breath, 'cause I'm drownin' in sorrow

I seen a lot of pain with these two eyes of mine

That's why I write the rhymes that borderline on crime

I gotta make somethin' or I gotta take somethin'

Can't beat that, fuck Versace and Rolex, I can't eat that

I need that green, it seem to reign supreme

By any means, pens and papers or triple beams

Get-rich-quick schemes blow up in your face (Pow)

None taste worse than a plan gone sour

Your power slippin' through your fingers like dimes and nickels

We got pistols, you know what to shoot at

Wherever the loot at, true that

I don't break the law, the law breaks me

I ain't sittin' around waitin' for the devil to come and take me

Don't shoot until you see the whites of they eyes (Yeah)

Anything less would be uncivilized

You know, in a world full of lies and alibis

Some men die for a piece of the pie, it's uncivilized

So I strive to survive and keep my eyes on the prize

Anything else is uncivilized

In a world full of lies and alibis

Some men die for a piece of the pie, it's uncivilized

So I try to get by, stayin' high off the tie

It's keepin' me from actin' uncivilized

I break the rules on my quest for the twelve jewels

Belief in death brings stacks and greenbacks

Knit hats for jacks, camouflage

At least two gats for when skies are black and gray

Any day above ground is a good day I'd say

The way kids play, nowaday, no hands, they spray

'Round my way, I'm feelin' like Sade and I'm runnin' out of sad songs

You fake, one mistake could leave you dead wrong

Long live the king, whoever that is

I see him in the corner of my eye

But he disappears like cigarette smoke in a cloud

Then the rain comes, then the pain comes

X marks the spot, graffiti marks the slums

The chosen ones communicate with mathematics

The new tactics set me free from all the dramatics

Keep it in my attic, that's where my brain's at

Keep it in the closet, yeah, keep it black

Back up from the ropes if you can't float between notes

And memorize the quotes I wrote when I toke from Buddha smoke

Hope you brought your dictionary with ya

'Cause if you get the words, then you get the picture

I hit ya because I love ya

You my people and I put no one above ya

But if you're foul, I'll bust ya

It's time to be totally disrespectful to sane eyes

Part of the reason we all uncivilized

You know, in a world full of lies and alibis

Some men die for a piece of the pie, it's uncivilized

So I strive to survive and keep my eyes on the prize

Anything else is uncivilized

In a world full of lies and alibis

Some men die for a piece of the pie, it's uncivilized

So I try to get by, stayin' high off the tie

It's keepin' me from actin' uncivilized

Written by: Derrick Keyes

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