九酷音乐网Things Keep Falling Off Buildings歌词
Killah Priest&60 Second Assassin - Profits Of Man
活在当下 制作
Even Kings die, thrones rust
Skeleton bones turn to dust
Memories are blown into gust
It's about how you live when you were here
How you celebrated those years
Were you a follower? Did you try elevating your peers?
Were you sincere when you gave the prophets your ears?
But soon the struggle come you disappear
Listen here were you real?
Did you show love that people could feel?
Did you have jealousy but keep it concealed?
Did you smile at your man's face?
But all awhile wanted to take your man's place
Moving around like a snake
I know you hate that term, don't call it that
Seen that lately that's why the Priest been falling back
'Cause when the Revolution start
All those cliques that fall apart will soon be the devil's mark
And none the adversary will have a heart
The letter from Priest, my freedom of speech
Y'all read 'em and weep
The demons that keep you from the path just laugh
That's my ink pads looks like Stained Glass
A collage of art, that show scenes from the Nazarene's past
From my connections with 60 Second
The Art of War to in the city - signed to Geffen
For five-percent lessons, Israelite tribal dressing
Disciple Armageddon's, that Bible record
To Sunz of Man to damn near becoming one of the Clan
Members I remember, in Brooklyn, GZA and Masta Killa
To my last chapters with the RZA
Testimony stops, Old Dirty got knocked
Came home and signed with the ROC
Cocaine combined with rocks
Rick James style, his nicknames "Wild; Old Dirt Dog"
It hurt us all when his hearse disappeared in the fog
I stayed digital, never analog, original
Always camouflaged, turn them cameras off
Light those candles God, I'm the example
Like I'm speaking from panels y'all
The soul inside of me is fiery, society lied to me
They said "You gotta die to be free"
My diaries of anxiety frightens me
Light will squeeze through my crack buildings where my writing be
Striking my page with hyphens and brighten my T's
To my seeds - the uncivilized time has come
Y'all better run, the time has begun
Yo, from total strangers to best friends
To best friends to brothers
From brothers to never calling him again
Their coffins descend, one flies to a place of peace
The other Lake of Fire, devils hauling you in
As one began one ends, the Earth still spin
We're hurt, tears in our shirt, spirit must transcend
What you think sleep is for?
A deeper cause - preparing us
For the other side till the Reaper calls
Either or, we're breathing for try a reason
Arrived rich but we're leaving poor
Stand naked when you see the Lord
I stand protected when I see his war
Till I exit and I'm free to soar
I'm embraced by space, though it's cloudy around me
His light weighs from a tree till they wither the brown leaves
Bounty's of blessings, from my heavy mind (Heavy Mental)
To every rhyme I said, looking from Masada (View from Masada)
From the Church of Priest, the dark August (Priesthood + Black August)
Till he showed you the art on his Offering (The Offering)
Oops, I call it the gift, Behind the Stained Glass
It's a frame of my pad, I started this
Release the toxins, breathe out the oxygen
Now see how shocking you fools if you think the Saint will lose
I say things that will make the picture and the paintings move
Now after this ink this jewel, look!
What profits that man?
Who would gain the whole world yet lose his soul
What profits that man?
Somebody tell me
What profits that man?
Somebody tells me
What profits that man?
Who would fear his enemy and think he didn't exist
What profits that man?
Somebody tell me
What profits that man?
Somebody tell me
Somebody tell me
If you can
What profits that man?
Who would gain the whole world but lose his soul
What profits that man?
What profits that man?
What profits that man?
The way the good and evil could never balance equal
And no man, for no man could be both good and evil
From skills that are strange to each other
And skills to one way or the other
Even into one grain that'll strip us
If you've done evil, then I guess you're missing it
It'll be the over-taker, the architecture
What I could build will kill
活在当下 制作
Even Kings die, thrones rust
Skeleton bones turn to dust
Memories are blown into gust
It's about how you live when you were here
How you celebrated those years
Were you a follower? Did you try elevating your peers?
Were you sincere when you gave the prophets your ears?
But soon the struggle come you disappear
Listen here were you real?
Did you show love that people could feel?
Did you have jealousy but keep it concealed?
Did you smile at your man's face?
But all awhile wanted to take your man's place
Moving around like a snake
I know you hate that term, don't call it that
Seen that lately that's why the Priest been falling back
'Cause when the Revolution start
All those cliques that fall apart will soon be the devil's mark
And none the adversary will have a heart
The letter from Priest, my freedom of speech
Y'all read 'em and weep
The demons that keep you from the path just laugh
That's my ink pads looks like Stained Glass
A collage of art, that show scenes from the Nazarene's past
From my connections with 60 Second
The Art of War to in the city - signed to Geffen
For five-percent lessons, Israelite tribal dressing
Disciple Armageddon's, that Bible record
To Sunz of Man to damn near becoming one of the Clan
Members I remember, in Brooklyn, GZA and Masta Killa
To my last chapters with the RZA
Testimony stops, Old Dirty got knocked
Came home and signed with the ROC
Cocaine combined with rocks
Rick James style, his nicknames "Wild; Old Dirt Dog"
It hurt us all when his hearse disappeared in the fog
I stayed digital, never analog, original
Always camouflaged, turn them cameras off
Light those candles God, I'm the example
Like I'm speaking from panels y'all
The soul inside of me is fiery, society lied to me
They said "You gotta die to be free"
My diaries of anxiety frightens me
Light will squeeze through my crack buildings where my writing be
Striking my page with hyphens and brighten my T's
To my seeds - the uncivilized time has come
Y'all better run, the time has begun
Yo, from total strangers to best friends
To best friends to brothers
From brothers to never calling him again
Their coffins descend, one flies to a place of peace
The other Lake of Fire, devils hauling you in
As one began one ends, the Earth still spin
We're hurt, tears in our shirt, spirit must transcend
What you think sleep is for?
A deeper cause - preparing us
For the other side till the Reaper calls
Either or, we're breathing for try a reason
Arrived rich but we're leaving poor
Stand naked when you see the Lord
I stand protected when I see his war
Till I exit and I'm free to soar
I'm embraced by space, though it's cloudy around me
His light weighs from a tree till they wither the brown leaves
Bounty's of blessings, from my heavy mind (Heavy Mental)
To every rhyme I said, looking from Masada (View from Masada)
From the Church of Priest, the dark August (Priesthood + Black August)
Till he showed you the art on his Offering (The Offering)
Oops, I call it the gift, Behind the Stained Glass
It's a frame of my pad, I started this
Release the toxins, breathe out the oxygen
Now see how shocking you fools if you think the Saint will lose
I say things that will make the picture and the paintings move
Now after this ink this jewel, look!
What profits that man?
Who would gain the whole world yet lose his soul
What profits that man?
Somebody tell me
What profits that man?
Somebody tells me
What profits that man?
Who would fear his enemy and think he didn't exist
What profits that man?
Somebody tell me
What profits that man?
Somebody tell me
Somebody tell me
If you can
What profits that man?
Who would gain the whole world but lose his soul
What profits that man?
What profits that man?
What profits that man?
The way the good and evil could never balance equal
And no man, for no man could be both good and evil
From skills that are strange to each other
And skills to one way or the other
Even into one grain that'll strip us
If you've done evil, then I guess you're missing it
It'll be the over-taker, the architecture
What I could build will kill
Things Keep Falling Off BuildingsLRC歌词
[ti:Profits Of Man]
[ar:Killah Priest&60 Second Assassin]
[al:Behind The Stained Glass]
[by:活在当下]
[00:01.29]Killah Priest&60 Second Assassin - Profits Of Man
[00:08.87] 活在当下 制作
[00:10.98]
[00:11.17]Even Kings die, thrones rust
[00:12.85]Skeleton bones turn to dust
[00:14.62]Memories are blown into gust
[00:16.12]It's about how you live when you were here
[00:18.20]How you celebrated those years
[00:19.98]Were you a follower? Did you try elevating your peers?
[00:22.96]Were you sincere when you gave the prophets your ears?
[00:25.41]But soon the struggle come you disappear
[00:27.57]Listen here were you real?
[00:28.92]Did you show love that people could feel?
[00:31.31]Did you have jealousy but keep it concealed?
[00:33.59]Did you smile at your man's face?
[00:35.42]But all awhile wanted to take your man's place
[00:37.33]Moving around like a snake
[00:39.67]I know you hate that term, don't call it that
[00:42.15]Seen that lately that's why the Priest been falling back
[00:44.87]'Cause when the Revolution start
[00:46.62]All those cliques that fall apart will soon be the devil's mark
[00:50.16]And none the adversary will have a heart
[00:52.37]The letter from Priest, my freedom of speech
[00:54.69]Y'all read 'em and weep
[00:55.58]The demons that keep you from the path just laugh
[00:58.10]That's my ink pads looks like Stained Glass
[01:00.76]A collage of art, that show scenes from the Nazarene's past
[01:25.35]
[01:25.66]From my connections with 60 Second
[01:27.72]The Art of War to in the city - signed to Geffen
[01:30.03]For five-percent lessons, Israelite tribal dressing
[01:32.70]Disciple Armageddon's, that Bible record
[01:35.74]To Sunz of Man to damn near becoming one of the Clan
[01:38.78]Members I remember, in Brooklyn, GZA and Masta Killa
[01:42.22]To my last chapters with the RZA
[01:44.09]Testimony stops, Old Dirty got knocked
[01:46.24]Came home and signed with the ROC
[01:48.05]Cocaine combined with rocks
[01:49.29]Rick James style, his nicknames "Wild; Old Dirt Dog"
[01:52.31]It hurt us all when his hearse disappeared in the fog
[01:55.00]I stayed digital, never analog, original
[01:57.47]Always camouflaged, turn them cameras off
[02:00.21]Light those candles God, I'm the example
[02:02.51]Like I'm speaking from panels y'all
[02:04.32]The soul inside of me is fiery, society lied to me
[02:07.36]They said "You gotta die to be free"
[02:09.08]My diaries of anxiety frightens me
[02:11.56]Light will squeeze through my crack buildings where my writing be
[02:14.23]Striking my page with hyphens and brighten my T's
[02:16.80]To my seeds - the uncivilized time has come
[02:19.68]Y'all better run, the time has begun
[02:39.13]
[02:39.37]Yo, from total strangers to best friends
[02:41.61]To best friends to brothers
[02:43.67]From brothers to never calling him again
[02:45.18]Their coffins descend, one flies to a place of peace
[02:47.89]The other Lake of Fire, devils hauling you in
[02:50.71]As one began one ends, the Earth still spin
[02:53.55]We're hurt, tears in our shirt, spirit must transcend
[02:55.81]What you think sleep is for?
[02:57.63]A deeper cause - preparing us
[02:59.49]For the other side till the Reaper calls
[03:01.72]Either or, we're breathing for try a reason
[03:04.36]Arrived rich but we're leaving poor
[03:06.32]Stand naked when you see the Lord
[03:08.21]I stand protected when I see his war
[03:10.42]Till I exit and I'm free to soar
[03:12.26]I'm embraced by space, though it's cloudy around me
[03:15.83]His light weighs from a tree till they wither the brown leaves
[03:17.98]Bounty's of blessings, from my heavy mind (Heavy Mental)
[03:20.92]To every rhyme I said, looking from Masada (View from Masada)
[03:23.33]From the Church of Priest, the dark August (Priesthood + Black August)
[03:26.77]Till he showed you the art on his Offering (The Offering)
[03:28.89]Oops, I call it the gift, Behind the Stained Glass
[03:31.51]It's a frame of my pad, I started this
[03:33.55]Release the toxins, breathe out the oxygen
[03:36.66]Now see how shocking you fools if you think the Saint will lose
[03:39.47]I say things that will make the picture and the paintings move
[03:42.13]Now after this ink this jewel, look!
[03:45.98]
[03:46.17]What profits that man?
[03:47.91]Who would gain the whole world yet lose his soul
[03:52.08]What profits that man?
[03:54.42]Somebody tell me
[03:56.71]What profits that man?
[03:58.43]Somebody tells me
[04:00.31]What profits that man?
[04:01.81]Who would fear his enemy and think he didn't exist
[04:06.47]What profits that man?
[04:08.70]Somebody tell me
[04:10.77]What profits that man?
[04:12.63]Somebody tell me
[04:15.29]Somebody tell me
[04:16.99]If you can
[04:18.74]What profits that man?
[04:21.29]Who would gain the whole world but lose his soul
[04:25.54]What profits that man?
[04:27.86]What profits that man?
[04:29.43]What profits that man?
[04:31.73]The way the good and evil could never balance equal
[04:35.14]And no man, for no man could be both good and evil
[04:39.99]From skills that are strange to each other
[04:44.01]And skills to one way or the other
[04:46.13]Even into one grain that'll strip us
[04:49.31]If you've done evil, then I guess you're missing it
[04:54.59]It'll be the over-taker, the architecture
[04:58.09]What I could build will kill
[ar:Killah Priest&60 Second Assassin]
[al:Behind The Stained Glass]
[by:活在当下]
[00:01.29]Killah Priest&60 Second Assassin - Profits Of Man
[00:08.87] 活在当下 制作
[00:10.98]
[00:11.17]Even Kings die, thrones rust
[00:12.85]Skeleton bones turn to dust
[00:14.62]Memories are blown into gust
[00:16.12]It's about how you live when you were here
[00:18.20]How you celebrated those years
[00:19.98]Were you a follower? Did you try elevating your peers?
[00:22.96]Were you sincere when you gave the prophets your ears?
[00:25.41]But soon the struggle come you disappear
[00:27.57]Listen here were you real?
[00:28.92]Did you show love that people could feel?
[00:31.31]Did you have jealousy but keep it concealed?
[00:33.59]Did you smile at your man's face?
[00:35.42]But all awhile wanted to take your man's place
[00:37.33]Moving around like a snake
[00:39.67]I know you hate that term, don't call it that
[00:42.15]Seen that lately that's why the Priest been falling back
[00:44.87]'Cause when the Revolution start
[00:46.62]All those cliques that fall apart will soon be the devil's mark
[00:50.16]And none the adversary will have a heart
[00:52.37]The letter from Priest, my freedom of speech
[00:54.69]Y'all read 'em and weep
[00:55.58]The demons that keep you from the path just laugh
[00:58.10]That's my ink pads looks like Stained Glass
[01:00.76]A collage of art, that show scenes from the Nazarene's past
[01:25.35]
[01:25.66]From my connections with 60 Second
[01:27.72]The Art of War to in the city - signed to Geffen
[01:30.03]For five-percent lessons, Israelite tribal dressing
[01:32.70]Disciple Armageddon's, that Bible record
[01:35.74]To Sunz of Man to damn near becoming one of the Clan
[01:38.78]Members I remember, in Brooklyn, GZA and Masta Killa
[01:42.22]To my last chapters with the RZA
[01:44.09]Testimony stops, Old Dirty got knocked
[01:46.24]Came home and signed with the ROC
[01:48.05]Cocaine combined with rocks
[01:49.29]Rick James style, his nicknames "Wild; Old Dirt Dog"
[01:52.31]It hurt us all when his hearse disappeared in the fog
[01:55.00]I stayed digital, never analog, original
[01:57.47]Always camouflaged, turn them cameras off
[02:00.21]Light those candles God, I'm the example
[02:02.51]Like I'm speaking from panels y'all
[02:04.32]The soul inside of me is fiery, society lied to me
[02:07.36]They said "You gotta die to be free"
[02:09.08]My diaries of anxiety frightens me
[02:11.56]Light will squeeze through my crack buildings where my writing be
[02:14.23]Striking my page with hyphens and brighten my T's
[02:16.80]To my seeds - the uncivilized time has come
[02:19.68]Y'all better run, the time has begun
[02:39.13]
[02:39.37]Yo, from total strangers to best friends
[02:41.61]To best friends to brothers
[02:43.67]From brothers to never calling him again
[02:45.18]Their coffins descend, one flies to a place of peace
[02:47.89]The other Lake of Fire, devils hauling you in
[02:50.71]As one began one ends, the Earth still spin
[02:53.55]We're hurt, tears in our shirt, spirit must transcend
[02:55.81]What you think sleep is for?
[02:57.63]A deeper cause - preparing us
[02:59.49]For the other side till the Reaper calls
[03:01.72]Either or, we're breathing for try a reason
[03:04.36]Arrived rich but we're leaving poor
[03:06.32]Stand naked when you see the Lord
[03:08.21]I stand protected when I see his war
[03:10.42]Till I exit and I'm free to soar
[03:12.26]I'm embraced by space, though it's cloudy around me
[03:15.83]His light weighs from a tree till they wither the brown leaves
[03:17.98]Bounty's of blessings, from my heavy mind (Heavy Mental)
[03:20.92]To every rhyme I said, looking from Masada (View from Masada)
[03:23.33]From the Church of Priest, the dark August (Priesthood + Black August)
[03:26.77]Till he showed you the art on his Offering (The Offering)
[03:28.89]Oops, I call it the gift, Behind the Stained Glass
[03:31.51]It's a frame of my pad, I started this
[03:33.55]Release the toxins, breathe out the oxygen
[03:36.66]Now see how shocking you fools if you think the Saint will lose
[03:39.47]I say things that will make the picture and the paintings move
[03:42.13]Now after this ink this jewel, look!
[03:45.98]
[03:46.17]What profits that man?
[03:47.91]Who would gain the whole world yet lose his soul
[03:52.08]What profits that man?
[03:54.42]Somebody tell me
[03:56.71]What profits that man?
[03:58.43]Somebody tells me
[04:00.31]What profits that man?
[04:01.81]Who would fear his enemy and think he didn't exist
[04:06.47]What profits that man?
[04:08.70]Somebody tell me
[04:10.77]What profits that man?
[04:12.63]Somebody tell me
[04:15.29]Somebody tell me
[04:16.99]If you can
[04:18.74]What profits that man?
[04:21.29]Who would gain the whole world but lose his soul
[04:25.54]What profits that man?
[04:27.86]What profits that man?
[04:29.43]What profits that man?
[04:31.73]The way the good and evil could never balance equal
[04:35.14]And no man, for no man could be both good and evil
[04:39.99]From skills that are strange to each other
[04:44.01]And skills to one way or the other
[04:46.13]Even into one grain that'll strip us
[04:49.31]If you've done evil, then I guess you're missing it
[04:54.59]It'll be the over-taker, the architecture
[04:58.09]What I could build will kill
- 歌词名：Things Keep Falling Off Buildings
- 歌手名：Mansun
- 更新时间：2008-05-24
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