The Truth - Visionobi/Philth.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Phil Robinson/Richard Twaites
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Phil Robinson
[00:30.96]I’m haps when i’m spitting written sagas of a nomad
[00:47.58]True to the cause moving like Galahad
[00:50.31]Flows so cold they will leave a man chaps
[00:52.86]Man will roll to the dance with a team of comrades
[00:55.95]Others compete but they ain’t got the knack
[00:58.50]They try reenact, need to seckle, relax
[01:01.44]On some shady missions, I’m rapping ’til I collapse
[01:03.84]This music made me the man I am, that’s why I been
[01:06.21]Trapped, since the beginning when there was first contact
[01:09.54]Immersed in the culture, an escape gift wrapped
[01:12.24]Foundation surviving the test of time intact
[01:14.85]System shakes your organs until it causes a prolapse
[01:17.97]Feasting out here, don’t deal with no scraps
[01:20.70]Sit in the slow lane, get overlapped
[01:23.22]In the underground movement, learn to adapt
[01:25.89]See the hidden irony history recapped
[01:28.83]These man’s spitting bars that warrant a slow clap
[01:31.50]I manoeuvre in Waze, some ain’t got a map
[01:34.29]No time to spit nonsense, I spit facts
[01:36.99]For the music and mayhem I gwarn like a cat
[01:40.05]Every single weekend is another relapse
[01:42.63]Pass the tequila, ain’t drinking no schnapps
[01:45.45]Turn up to a dance armed with multiple wraps
[01:48.00]My material highgrade it’s getting dispatched
[01:51.12](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[01:52.88](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[01:54.64](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[01:56.40](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[01:58.16](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[01:59.92](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[02:01.68](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[02:03.44](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[02:05.20](The real question, can you handle the truth?)
[02:07.14]The real question, Can you handle the truth
[02:57.24]Your a parody playing a part in a spoof
[03:00.03]Aiming for the top, better get in the queue
[03:02.58]Think there’s a fast track, been huffing balloons
[03:05.22]Drowned in the madness, message don’t cut through
[03:08.07]Some think they know my story but they ain’t got a clue
[03:10.74]Preconception is poison, gossiping is shrewd
[03:13.53]If you don’t know the half of it don’t let your lips move
[03:16.53]Focus on yourself ya bumbaclart nincompoop
[03:19.23]See me in a rave, probably getting loose
[03:21.81]Find me on the dancefloor our gang rendezvous
[03:24.48]Catch a vibe, do or die, cause a hullabaloo
[03:27.57]In my thirties, but I feel 22
[03:30.24]Cycling cycles, self abuse
[03:33.12]Caught in a loop, everyday Deja vu,
[03:35.76]This ain’t something that people just dip in to
[03:38.55]A life long love that became the glue
[03:41.37]Lost in the music where I find solitude
[03:43.86]Whether riding a high or feeling blue
[03:46.56]Give myself to this movement, bleed on a tune
[03:49.35]Write my own history without further ado
[03:52.29]An open book, real life nonfiction for you
[03:55.23]Honest about struggles, hope to lift someone’s mood
[03:57.99]Art’s main purpose, relate to the roots
[04:00.54]It’s bigger than any man, that’s the truth
[04:36.72](The truth)

文本歌词

作词 : Phil Robinson/Richard Twaites
作曲 : Phil Robinson
I’m haps when i’m spitting written sagas of a nomad
True to the cause moving like Galahad
Flows so cold they will leave a man chaps
Man will roll to the dance with a team of comrades
Others compete but they ain’t got the knack
They try reenact, need to seckle, relax
On some shady missions, I’m rapping ’til I collapse
This music made me the man I am, that’s why I been
Trapped, since the beginning when there was first contact
Immersed in the culture, an escape gift wrapped
Foundation surviving the test of time intact
System shakes your organs until it causes a prolapse
Feasting out here, don’t deal with no scraps
Sit in the slow lane, get overlapped
In the underground movement, learn to adapt
See the hidden irony history recapped
These man’s spitting bars that warrant a slow clap
I manoeuvre in Waze, some ain’t got a map
No time to spit nonsense, I spit facts
For the music and mayhem I gwarn like a cat
Every single weekend is another relapse
Pass the tequila, ain’t drinking no schnapps
Turn up to a dance armed with multiple wraps
My material highgrade it’s getting dispatched
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
(The real question, can you handle the truth?)
The real question, Can you handle the truth
Your a parody playing a part in a spoof
Aiming for the top, better get in the queue
Think there’s a fast track, been huffing balloons
Drowned in the madness, message don’t cut through
Some think they know my story but they ain’t got a clue
Preconception is poison, gossiping is shrewd
If you don’t know the half of it don’t let your lips move
Focus on yourself ya bumbaclart nincompoop
See me in a rave, probably getting loose
Find me on the dancefloor our gang rendezvous
Catch a vibe, do or die, cause a hullabaloo
In my thirties, but I feel 22
Cycling cycles, self abuse
Caught in a loop, everyday Deja vu,
This ain’t something that people just dip in to
A life long love that became the glue
Lost in the music where I find solitude
Whether riding a high or feeling blue
Give myself to this movement, bleed on a tune
Write my own history without further ado
An open book, real life nonfiction for you
Honest about struggles, hope to lift someone’s mood
Art’s main purpose, relate to the roots
It’s bigger than any man, that’s the truth
(The truth)