gospel?-Noname/$ILKMONEY/Billy Woods/Stout

[00:00.000] 作曲 : $ILKMONEY/Fatimah Warner/Billy Woods/Stout [00:00.447][Intro] [00:01.451]God will make a way [00:09.562]God will make a way [00:17.888]Oh, yes, he will [00:19.116] [00:19.537][Verse 1: Noname] [00:21.021]Uh, make believe, mustard seed [00:22.983]Move the mountain, assume the outcome is safety and permanent housing [00:26.494]I run with a falcon, a tree spotter taught me accountin' [00:29.738]I'm 'bout to get these white people caught up, in they bed of lies [00:32.345]Webster dictionary cries, colonize the native tongue [00:34.897]Missionary bible belt, motherland overrun [00:37.292]My gun heavy, I'm about to unload [00:39.744]This is a ode to Haiti, Mozambique, Martinique, Trinidad, Grenada [00:44.005]Wherever black people sleep, pray for them [00:46.378]Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me [00:47.559] [00:47.903][Chorus: STOUT] [00:48.527]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [00:53.567]The storm will come, but best believe [00:55.783]The sun will shine [00:57.864]So if we put up a fight [00:59.841]Everything will be just fine [01:01.976] [01:02.281][Verse 2: $ilkMoney] [01:03.123]I'm not gon' lie [01:04.879]I'm not surprised to hear The Fugees is FBI [01:06.681]We were weaponized [01:07.543]Tell my niggas expect TECs and expect the best disguise [01:09.262]Can't eat the food due to special effects of the pesticides [01:12.316]Traded in our fears of a white god in exchange for eternal pride [01:14.716]This Kalashnikov kill crackers [01:16.538]Banana mags, send his ass back to the Caucasus mountains [01:19.280]Controlled burns got me forewarned about water fountains [01:22.185]For four Os, I'll get you forwards [01:23.800]Not you movin' backwards, see [01:25.241]This mean G-O-D givin' orders directly [01:27.246]Gainin' obsessive decadence, gettin' over depressions [01:30.018]Gifted open develop while givin' hope in these lessons [01:32.682]I tend to spoken aggressions [01:34.024]Don't need no scope, no compressor [01:35.312]My voice be my only weapon [01:36.659]Bidness for black women and children only, like rose water [01:38.550]Except I left no one behind and didn't need a cracker to do it [01:40.946]Creatin' a path of safe passage to through it [01:43.466]Baby, my black is the truest [01:44.470]You pray for me, I pray for you back to imbue it [01:46.690] [01:47.062][Chorus: STOUT] [01:47.374]The storm will come, well best believe [01:49.144]The sun will shine [01:51.326]So if we put up a fight [01:53.587]Everything will be just fine [01:56.006]We go through the ups and downs and in and outs [01:59.771]That's just life [02:01.595]But if we put up a fight [02:03.715]Everything will be just fine [02:06.773]We're gonna be just fine (Just fine) [02:09.328]Oh, fine (Oh, just fine) [02:12.663]Oh, oh (Just fine) [02:15.381]Oh, oh, oh (Oh, just fine) [02:17.750]I know we will be just fine [02:24.403]If we keep on pushin' [02:27.025]If we keep on pushin' [02:28.934]If we keep on workin' [02:29.372] [02:29.599][Verse 3: billy woods] [02:29.925]I remember stadiums so packed [02:30.761]The trees outside the gates heavy with black joy [02:33.163]Just to get a glimpse of the comrades [02:34.972]Our boys back from the bush [02:36.704]The crowd sway to the gospel of liberation [02:38.587]Poised for revolution [02:39.939]Little red book in my father's breast pocket, the ground shook [02:43.171]History movin' under foot, I was on his shoulders on tenterhooks [02:46.343]The leader spoke slow and focused, powerful pauses [02:48.744]Flanked by soldiers with dead eyes [02:50.516]The sun catch his wire rimmed glasses [02:53.903]Told him roll the boulder, lo and behold [02:54.657]Lazarus was alive [02:55.885]Squintin' in the light, stinking of death [02:57.854]Mouth dry, red dust, a ghoulish prize [03:00.016]They never say what happened after, no surprise [03:02.262]Coulda guessed what happened to us [03:03.957]But at the time, mesmerized by MiG-23s in the sky [03:06.944]Sonic boomin' [03:07.989]I'll never forget the rush of pride [03:10.010]Women ululatin', men drunk [03:12.205]Strong spirits, duelin' drums [03:14.000]The calloused thumbs of mbira players [03:16.041]The ride home at dusk [03:17.228][?] students and strangers [03:18.679]Feelin' like we won [03:19.916]Road blocks manned by mere boys [03:22.154]Wide smiles and long black guns