| Song | Long and Whining Road |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Drayton, Gary G Wiz ... | |
| [verse 1]Its been a long and whining road | |
| Even though time keeps a changin | |
| Ima bring it all back home | |
| I been told i spit lyrics wit politics | |
| Why wouldnt i? | |
| Says negro on my birth certificate | |
| Born in 1960 in a nation | |
| Throughout / ive been a spokesperson | |
| For a generation | |
| Within the same ol fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics | |
| So damn it | |
| If times is hard | |
| Time is god | |
| Understand it | |
| Never took time for granted | |
| Its all right ma | |
| As child of the sixties | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| I cant bet they gonna miss me | |
| Im only bleeding | |
| Every grain in me | |
| Fans if not for you | |
| There be no pe | |
| From the nashville skyline | |
| Girls in south country | |
| In this world gone wrong | |
| So heres another love song[verse 2] | |
| We came a long way baby | |
| You know whats amazin | |
| The surprise we told these new guys | |
| Flav has always been crazy | |
| Hit london 87 like it was an invasion | |
| Toured the world for 3 years | |
| Hell with vacation | |
| Vocation of vocalization | |
| Especially with the impact of it takes a nation | |
| Of millions to hold us back | |
| You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks | |
| Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight | |
| Prophets of rage , bring the noise | |
| Dont believe the hype | |
| Cant do nuttin for you man911 is a joke20 years we got here by actin like common folk | |
| Touring the world like a rolling stone | |
| Then the nineties came | |
| Welcomed yall to the terrordome | |
| Some threw it away , instead of something to say | |
| Cause the streets still ended up havin no names | |
| Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same | |
| And by 1998 we still had game.[verse 3] | |
| Only a pawn in the game | |
| Chastised for namin names | |
| What was said and who said it | |
| Anti nothing so forget it | |
| Tears of rage left a friend | |
| Blowin in the wind | |
| But time is god | |
| Been back for 10 years and black again | |
| Some of them same cats | |
| Help usher in gangster rap | |
| Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. | |
| Praised the gangsta | |
| Just because it sold | |
| While consciousness | |
| Went from platinum to gold | |
| Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice | |
| Some people gave it up and turned it loose.[verse 4] | |
| Beethoven, bach brahms | |
| I want some james brown | |
| Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry | |
| Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy | |
| Heard some call me an uncle tom | |
| Now thats petty | |
| I'm a songwriter fool | |
| I condense sense from right and wrong | |
| Livin in the key of protest songs | |
| From basement tapes | |
| Beyond them dollars and cents | |
| Changin of the guards spent | |
| Where the--went | |
| Most of their time out of mind | |
| Hatin my mess age rhymes | |
| Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna | |
| But they made a day fit for a king | |
| By the time we got to arizona | |
| Tommorrows a long time | |
| We got god on our side | |
| Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride | |
| A poison goin on | |
| Shelter from the storm | |
| Hard rain gonna fall | |
| Still the people rock on. |
| zuo ci : Drayton, Gary G Wiz ... | |
| verse 1 Its been a long and whining road | |
| Even though time keeps a changin | |
| Ima bring it all back home | |
| I been told i spit lyrics wit politics | |
| Why wouldnt i? | |
| Says negro on my birth certificate | |
| Born in 1960 in a nation | |
| Throughout ive been a spokesperson | |
| For a generation | |
| Within the same ol fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics | |
| So damn it | |
| If times is hard | |
| Time is god | |
| Understand it | |
| Never took time for granted | |
| Its all right ma | |
| As child of the sixties | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| I cant bet they gonna miss me | |
| Im only bleeding | |
| Every grain in me | |
| Fans if not for you | |
| There be no pe | |
| From the nashville skyline | |
| Girls in south country | |
| In this world gone wrong | |
| So heres another love song verse 2 | |
| We came a long way baby | |
| You know whats amazin | |
| The surprise we told these new guys | |
| Flav has always been crazy | |
| Hit london 87 like it was an invasion | |
| Toured the world for 3 years | |
| Hell with vacation | |
| Vocation of vocalization | |
| Especially with the impact of it takes a nation | |
| Of millions to hold us back | |
| You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks | |
| Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight | |
| Prophets of rage , bring the noise | |
| Dont believe the hype | |
| Cant do nuttin for you man911 is a joke20 years we got here by actin like common folk | |
| Touring the world like a rolling stone | |
| Then the nineties came | |
| Welcomed yall to the terrordome | |
| Some threw it away , instead of something to say | |
| Cause the streets still ended up havin no names | |
| Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same | |
| And by 1998 we still had game. verse 3 | |
| Only a pawn in the game | |
| Chastised for namin names | |
| What was said and who said it | |
| Anti nothing so forget it | |
| Tears of rage left a friend | |
| Blowin in the wind | |
| But time is god | |
| Been back for 10 years and black again | |
| Some of them same cats | |
| Help usher in gangster rap | |
| Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. | |
| Praised the gangsta | |
| Just because it sold | |
| While consciousness | |
| Went from platinum to gold | |
| Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice | |
| Some people gave it up and turned it loose. verse 4 | |
| Beethoven, bach brahms | |
| I want some james brown | |
| Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry | |
| Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy | |
| Heard some call me an uncle tom | |
| Now thats petty | |
| I' m a songwriter fool | |
| I condense sense from right and wrong | |
| Livin in the key of protest songs | |
| From basement tapes | |
| Beyond them dollars and cents | |
| Changin of the guards spent | |
| Where thewent | |
| Most of their time out of mind | |
| Hatin my mess age rhymes | |
| Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna | |
| But they made a day fit for a king | |
| By the time we got to arizona | |
| Tommorrows a long time | |
| We got god on our side | |
| Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride | |
| A poison goin on | |
| Shelter from the storm | |
| Hard rain gonna fall | |
| Still the people rock on. |
| zuò cí : Drayton, Gary G Wiz ... | |
| verse 1 Its been a long and whining road | |
| Even though time keeps a changin | |
| Ima bring it all back home | |
| I been told i spit lyrics wit politics | |
| Why wouldnt i? | |
| Says negro on my birth certificate | |
| Born in 1960 in a nation | |
| Throughout ive been a spokesperson | |
| For a generation | |
| Within the same ol fear of a black planet20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics | |
| So damn it | |
| If times is hard | |
| Time is god | |
| Understand it | |
| Never took time for granted | |
| Its all right ma | |
| As child of the sixties | |
| All along the watchtower | |
| I cant bet they gonna miss me | |
| Im only bleeding | |
| Every grain in me | |
| Fans if not for you | |
| There be no pe | |
| From the nashville skyline | |
| Girls in south country | |
| In this world gone wrong | |
| So heres another love song verse 2 | |
| We came a long way baby | |
| You know whats amazin | |
| The surprise we told these new guys | |
| Flav has always been crazy | |
| Hit london 87 like it was an invasion | |
| Toured the world for 3 years | |
| Hell with vacation | |
| Vocation of vocalization | |
| Especially with the impact of it takes a nation | |
| Of millions to hold us back | |
| You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks | |
| Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight | |
| Prophets of rage , bring the noise | |
| Dont believe the hype | |
| Cant do nuttin for you man911 is a joke20 years we got here by actin like common folk | |
| Touring the world like a rolling stone | |
| Then the nineties came | |
| Welcomed yall to the terrordome | |
| Some threw it away , instead of something to say | |
| Cause the streets still ended up havin no names | |
| Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same | |
| And by 1998 we still had game. verse 3 | |
| Only a pawn in the game | |
| Chastised for namin names | |
| What was said and who said it | |
| Anti nothing so forget it | |
| Tears of rage left a friend | |
| Blowin in the wind | |
| But time is god | |
| Been back for 10 years and black again | |
| Some of them same cats | |
| Help usher in gangster rap | |
| Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. | |
| Praised the gangsta | |
| Just because it sold | |
| While consciousness | |
| Went from platinum to gold | |
| Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice | |
| Some people gave it up and turned it loose. verse 4 | |
| Beethoven, bach brahms | |
| I want some james brown | |
| Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry | |
| Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy | |
| Heard some call me an uncle tom | |
| Now thats petty | |
| I' m a songwriter fool | |
| I condense sense from right and wrong | |
| Livin in the key of protest songs | |
| From basement tapes | |
| Beyond them dollars and cents | |
| Changin of the guards spent | |
| Where thewent | |
| Most of their time out of mind | |
| Hatin my mess age rhymes | |
| Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna | |
| But they made a day fit for a king | |
| By the time we got to arizona | |
| Tommorrows a long time | |
| We got god on our side | |
| Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride | |
| A poison goin on | |
| Shelter from the storm | |
| Hard rain gonna fall | |
| Still the people rock on. |