All Revere (Le Narrateur) - SB The Moor.mp3

All Revere (Le Narrateur) - SB The Moor.mp3
All Revere (Le Narrateur) - SB The Moor
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Signor Be...
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Signor Benedick The Moor
[00:13.38][Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor]
[00:32.82]Try to write this song and nothing's on the paper
[00:34.92]Wishing I was a savior like Kendrick
[00:36.42]But I'm stuck being a safer
[00:37.59]Suburban I'da fight anybody like antibody
[00:40.14]Trying to infect the music, disrespect and abuse it like you fakers
[00:43.38]Phonies on the streets
[00:44.91]Friends who only want beats
[00:46.17]Cut 'em off and now they're groveling at my feet
[00:48.18]Am I complete? Am I all there?
[00:49.89]Alone in a room, and yet they all stare
[00:51.75]Paranoia kicked in as soon as I got my first ball hairs
[00:55.05]Discrete, just like puberty I'll never be the same
[00:58.17]Seems like nothing's ever really new to me
[00:59.82]First day of class, though it looked more like a ****ing zoo to me
[01:02.64]Seems like these other kids still ain't got a goddamn clue to me
[01:05.46]And neither do these rappers
[01:06.90]And now the kids grown and they listen to the slappers
[01:09.27]And they get they dicks blown, they just a bunch of actors
[01:12.21]Well, when in Rome, I'm looking for my seem but it's gone
[01:15.18][Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
[01:38.28]All I see is kids trying to be grown
[01:39.99]Sitting by the pool while others only condone
[01:41.97]And I'm stuck thinking alone
[01:43.14]Holding the phone up to your ear
[01:44.82]I sense something is near
[01:46.02]That's the pharmaceutical pioneer
[01:47.52]Crush it and throw it in a beer drowning your fear
[01:49.74]I chained the pot hot with a sneer
[01:51.39]The brain used leer, eye drops and now the motivation is clear
[01:54.30]An overseer And I said it before maybe a little earlier
[01:57.27]I'm a regular ender-bender but my hair is a little curlier
[01:59.88]Or maybe a lot
[02:00.81]Stay quiet because I'm afraid I'm full of snot
[02:02.70]At least it isn't the fecal matter left in your friends' brains to rot
[02:05.43]Hot shot down I can see my cerebrals down in the pot
[02:07.98]Gotta steal it back but I can never write what's never bee bought
[02:10.71]Sit on a cot, comprised of elements and bone
[02:13.59]Humans are out of control I realized I have no home
[02:16.62]At least not here well anyplace remotely near perhaps it's in my soul
[02:19.98]The antithesis to all fear
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