Killah Priest - Stained Glass Freestyle Pt.6
Typed by: DaSun Akbar
(Chorus) Priest x3
If you got eyes you could see
A real nigga like me
Behind the Stained Glass CD
Let your conscious go; let your mind be free
Behind the Stained Glass CD
[Killah Priest]
Within the nursery of the galaxies
Space, astros pass
It's a comet coming made of Stained Glass
Pick up your black telescope, some threw it
See it twirling close, coming like a world when slow
To the whole worlds engulfed
It collides into the side of the entire East Coast
Sending a ground wave
Through the Midwest, all the way to the West Coast
Death smoke, Priest steps out of the rubbish
With another statement he makes it public
CNN, satellite dishes, they all have coverage
Or silly emcees with no concepts begin running
Their empires crumbling
I come and take over the planet, through branding
With the hot iron of my logo I stamp it
Damaged, you can't manage, something so gigantic
I stand up the seas and throw Titanics
You little emcees before me just vanish
Just a sample of the ink art
I print upon my notebook canvas
Anglo-Saxon street niggas
Renaissance pictures and fogs of each killa
Original Art, MPC harps, after they squeeze trigger
The album suppose to be a double but I divorced a couple
I gave the first half custody a 15 with a bonus
If you miss scenes the second half
I gave one, let's say - higher much deeper dimension
Like "Oh Emmanuel" sung by Jeni Fujita
One, two, well they're all off the meter
Come talk with the teacher
The third one, let's say - that forms into a day
And planet's eons away, just to bring you back to the blue planet
With nitrogen skies, I write 'em inscribed in vitamin's side
I give 'em to you in vitamins size
The emperor eyes are on you, to forewarn you
For the _?calling?_ my psalms soothes the savage beast
The addicts with habits in the streets
The maggots and the creeps with ratchets beneath
Packing the heat, death to child molesters
Peace to brothers to found the treasure
Death to Bush, peace to the dreads with kush
Death to the judges that threw the book
Peace to all the crooks but with intelligence
On how to hack on what the government jooks
Death to the Nazi's, peace to the god-ly
Death to the Illuminati, peace to the few in the lobby
Death to the AIDS, death to the cage, death to the CIA
Peace to life, peace and love, peace to the light
Peace to Yahweh, peace to Allah, peace to God
Peace to the sun, moon and the stars
Peace to the pen and the pad
Peace to the May 20th, "Behind the Stained Glass"
2008-10-01
Killah Priest - Stained Glass Freestyle Pt.1
Killah Priest在今年出版正式專輯《Behind the Stained Glass》之前
有這麼一套《Stained Glass Freestyles》
裡頭有6部曲（除了bonus之外）
頭尾2首是我覺得很有深意的
也感謝專業typemaker DaSun Akbar（ThankU!!!）
感覺一下吧
Stained Glass Freestyle Pt.1
Typed by: DaSun Akbar
Uh-eh-eh-eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, it's like life, uh, uh
[Killah Priest]
A penny for your wishes; a dollar for your thoughts
A century in their prison, if you blow trial in court
You know the hustlers, cold, die young and never grow old
Dealers with faces, ice cold disciples
But if you slip they turn to Judas
A lot of big names blew it, so watch it move it
Yeah, real cats who really did it, never became rappers
They either in coffins or in jail
With their dates carved on the walls with slashes
So who these guys but actor, you can't fool me
My lives far from a movie
Priest the Stained Glass medallion, from yours truly
I'd been in every part of Brooklyn
I know all the gods; all the stars; all the hoodlums
So if pounds don't go down, you must be a dude from out of town
I play the silent robe, catch me by the lounge
But anyway with all that, we all lived the street life
Are you really wild as you say you are?
Same cats stunt, same cat in the grave tomorrow
Nah, we wanna get old, raise kids, gray beards
Looking back in the best years
We left here, while y'all carried on in the drug apocalypse
Thrown in the black pit that's bottomless
I wanna see days like Solomon
Seeing life through scope so I honor it
These dudes's lying like getting shot is hot
They only say that 'cause they not witchu on the block
They ain't warning about the plans the government got for us
They work for the man we discovered in plot from cuffs
And please most of these emcees are cowards
All they talk about is the cheese and powder
But not the real like release the power
'Cause a lot don't know, so the seeds won't grow
Which misleads to the enemy's threshold?
Flesh cold on the gurney, soul leaves, start your journey
Everlasting no more, in return green, ashes to ashes
Gold halo bird wings, if we read God's words we could still thug it out
Not laying on the pavement blood in your mouth
G-Ciples, street survival, thug's for God
Come as you are, mugs with scars, broke with no jobs
Smoke in your jaws, high all you scratching
Heroin withdraws; this ain't heaven, so why rest here?
Think about yesteryears, the blood, sweat and tears
How many dudes listen to Marvin? Cry for love
We rather listen to Mob men and die from slugs
They can't quote a verse from Jesus but know the verses from Ether
But won't listen to Nas when his records are deeper
Hold on let me take a breather; they won't listen to Priest either
Since when is it cool to run like a Cheetah?
Maybe we're too blunted off a reefer
Maybe we'll learn when them same bullets return
And it's too late, the hood is adjourned
The next court date is tomorrow
Think about of who you follow
Think about the time we're wasting
When you move upon that bottle
Shalom I stand behind the glass
May you think before you sink up in the gas?
Nuclear war man, we don't need that
有這麼一套《Stained Glass Freestyles》
裡頭有6部曲（除了bonus之外）
頭尾2首是我覺得很有深意的
也感謝專業typemaker DaSun Akbar（ThankU!!!）
感覺一下吧
Stained Glass Freestyle Pt.1
Typed by: DaSun Akbar
Uh-eh-eh-eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, it's like life, uh, uh
[Killah Priest]
A penny for your wishes; a dollar for your thoughts
A century in their prison, if you blow trial in court
You know the hustlers, cold, die young and never grow old
Dealers with faces, ice cold disciples
But if you slip they turn to Judas
A lot of big names blew it, so watch it move it
Yeah, real cats who really did it, never became rappers
They either in coffins or in jail
With their dates carved on the walls with slashes
So who these guys but actor, you can't fool me
My lives far from a movie
Priest the Stained Glass medallion, from yours truly
I'd been in every part of Brooklyn
I know all the gods; all the stars; all the hoodlums
So if pounds don't go down, you must be a dude from out of town
I play the silent robe, catch me by the lounge
But anyway with all that, we all lived the street life
Are you really wild as you say you are?
Same cats stunt, same cat in the grave tomorrow
Nah, we wanna get old, raise kids, gray beards
Looking back in the best years
We left here, while y'all carried on in the drug apocalypse
Thrown in the black pit that's bottomless
I wanna see days like Solomon
Seeing life through scope so I honor it
These dudes's lying like getting shot is hot
They only say that 'cause they not witchu on the block
They ain't warning about the plans the government got for us
They work for the man we discovered in plot from cuffs
And please most of these emcees are cowards
All they talk about is the cheese and powder
But not the real like release the power
'Cause a lot don't know, so the seeds won't grow
Which misleads to the enemy's threshold?
Flesh cold on the gurney, soul leaves, start your journey
Everlasting no more, in return green, ashes to ashes
Gold halo bird wings, if we read God's words we could still thug it out
Not laying on the pavement blood in your mouth
G-Ciples, street survival, thug's for God
Come as you are, mugs with scars, broke with no jobs
Smoke in your jaws, high all you scratching
Heroin withdraws; this ain't heaven, so why rest here?
Think about yesteryears, the blood, sweat and tears
How many dudes listen to Marvin? Cry for love
We rather listen to Mob men and die from slugs
They can't quote a verse from Jesus but know the verses from Ether
But won't listen to Nas when his records are deeper
Hold on let me take a breather; they won't listen to Priest either
Since when is it cool to run like a Cheetah?
Maybe we're too blunted off a reefer
Maybe we'll learn when them same bullets return
And it's too late, the hood is adjourned
The next court date is tomorrow
Think about of who you follow
Think about the time we're wasting
When you move upon that bottle
Shalom I stand behind the glass
May you think before you sink up in the gas?
Nuclear war man, we don't need that
2008-09-30
2008-09-26
【MV小短波】Hustle Simmons ft. 84 and Fel Sweetenburg - The Rundown
http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ7dnLOcnQc
此曲雖短但顯然是有「智慧」的，
Hustle Simmons的同名專輯已經上路了，聽起來很舒服且軟硬適中，適合減壓狀態聽～
Hustle Simmons在費城合體（名字是來自Russell Simmons喔），是紐澤西的Dave Ghetto和費城人Tha S Ence（also see http://www.thasence.blogspot.com/）組成的；這支MV找來PhillyHipHopPioneerHezekiah來執導，而且請來Dave Ghetto前面幾張專輯操盤的DJ／Beatmaker／ProducerFel Sweetenberg（also see http://sinazucarian.blogspot.com/）以及新銳Trio84（also see http://www.84hiphop.com/）來助陣。
此曲雖短但顯然是有「智慧」的，
Hustle Simmons的同名專輯已經上路了，聽起來很舒服且軟硬適中，適合減壓狀態聽～
2008-09-25
2008-09-24
【MV】Sting - If I Ever Lose My Faith in You
http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=56Y-qZQ_DTk
If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
2008-09-23
【MV】Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=LzS-vPzbLJ0
1993年Soul Asylum的作品
Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same
1993年Soul Asylum的作品
Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same
Iron Curtain
這是很常見的祕密。
她是「某某師」的女兒，乖巧懂事，白天上課夜晚上班。
有日，她的母親開始託友人替女兒尋覓結婚對象，原因只是女兒年紀似乎已屆約定俗成之標準。
時間拖了許久。
有次，偶然側聽到這常發生的祕密。原來她在年前意外懷了夜晚上班裡的那人的孩子，但那人是她的父執輩，有家室，因此必得不了了之。
之後的她勢必更加謹守乖巧懂事的鐵律，對於自己的感受噤聲不語，以符合祕密的慣性——沉默但老愛洩露。
她是「某某師」的女兒，乖巧懂事，白天上課夜晚上班。
有日，她的母親開始託友人替女兒尋覓結婚對象，原因只是女兒年紀似乎已屆約定俗成之標準。
時間拖了許久。
有次，偶然側聽到這常發生的祕密。原來她在年前意外懷了夜晚上班裡的那人的孩子，但那人是她的父執輩，有家室，因此必得不了了之。
之後的她勢必更加謹守乖巧懂事的鐵律，對於自己的感受噤聲不語，以符合祕密的慣性——沉默但老愛洩露。
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