gospel? - Noname/$ILKMONEY.mp3

[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
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[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
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[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
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[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
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[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'
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[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