Dreadful Day Lyrics
| Song | Dreadful Day |
| Artist | Poor Righteous Teachers |
| Album | New World Order |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Franklin, Grimes, Price, Reid | |
| (feat. Junior Reid) | |
| [Wise Intelligent] | |
| Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook! | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid | |
| Ha ha | |
| What! | |
| Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter | |
| [Junior Reid] | |
| Thinking why | |
| Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why [x6] | |
| It was a dreadful day, yeah | |
| Babylon take me away, why | |
| Down to Riker's Island donde | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| Use razor cutters to cut matches in four | |
| Cause I not sure to get no more | |
| No no more | |
| No no more | |
| [Wise Intelligent] | |
| Witness the days and be real | |
| The days of boys and rappers | |
| Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers | |
| The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya | |
| The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers | |
| Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed | |
| I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid | |
| You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way | |
| You're guaranteed to murder something today | |
| From Riker's Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin | |
| You're touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting | |
| But now you're bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and | |
| Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance | |
| [Junior Reid] | |
| Take me from my wonderful home, oh | |
| Carry me to here in Rome, no | |
| Someone's smart will use one comb | |
| Mine'll make a knife | |
| About to get fleas and lice | |
| Tonight | |
| The man who smoke and bruise lose | |
| They'll always have a next men to use | |
| Peep the gangsta man, why-oy | |
| Of this operation, why-oy | |
| Brutalization, why-oy | |
| Love to the nation, why-oy | |
| [Wise Intelligent] | |
| True | |
| That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles | |
| Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles | |
| By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled | |
| Banner for glamour mad motherfucker's slammer | |
| Just like the streets there's niggas in here wildin' out and dying | |
| You can receive any drugs that you want to try and | |
| The only difference between the streets and prison living | |
| Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women | |
| And I ain't 'bout to demote the self and go that route | |
| I've been here two years, one week and I want out | |
| When will it cease, this way of death ain't fit for beasts | |
| I fail to see a correctional facility | |
| [Junior Reid] | |
| It was a dreadful day | |
| Eradication take me away | |
| Take me to a penitentiary | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| Use razor cutters to cut matches in four | |
| Cause me not sure to get no more | |
| No no more why-oy | |
| No no more yeah | |
| Ten men smoke once leave dayy | |
| Don't mean we on stage eight | |
| Look me eye no red | |
| Like wild monkey weed I'm dead, dead | |
| Poor Righetous Teacher | |
| And Junior Reid sensei | |
| We wanna see the sun rise | |
| In the land of the rising sun | |
| It was a dreadful day | |
| Babylon take me away | |
| Down to Riker's Island donde | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| This is what I see every day | |
| This is what I see every day | |
| Life in a jailhouse, life so rough | |
| Life in a jailhouse so tough | |
| So rough |
| zuo ci : Franklin, Grimes, Price, Reid | |
| feat. Junior Reid | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook! | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid | |
| Ha ha | |
| What! | |
| Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter | |
| Junior Reid | |
| Thinking why | |
| Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why x6 | |
| It was a dreadful day, yeah | |
| Babylon take me away, why | |
| Down to Riker' s Island donde | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| Use razor cutters to cut matches in four | |
| Cause I not sure to get no more | |
| No no more | |
| No no more | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| Witness the days and be real | |
| The days of boys and rappers | |
| Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers | |
| The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya | |
| The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers | |
| Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed | |
| I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid | |
| You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way | |
| You' re guaranteed to murder something today | |
| From Riker' s Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin | |
| You' re touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting | |
| But now you' re bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and | |
| Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance | |
| Junior Reid | |
| Take me from my wonderful home, oh | |
| Carry me to here in Rome, no | |
| Someone' s smart will use one comb | |
| Mine' ll make a knife | |
| About to get fleas and lice | |
| Tonight | |
| The man who smoke and bruise lose | |
| They' ll always have a next men to use | |
| Peep the gangsta man, whyoy | |
| Of this operation, whyoy | |
| Brutalization, whyoy | |
| Love to the nation, whyoy | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| True | |
| That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles | |
| Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles | |
| By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled | |
| Banner for glamour mad motherfucker' s slammer | |
| Just like the streets there' s niggas in here wildin' out and dying | |
| You can receive any drugs that you want to try and | |
| The only difference between the streets and prison living | |
| Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women | |
| And I ain' t ' bout to demote the self and go that route | |
| I' ve been here two years, one week and I want out | |
| When will it cease, this way of death ain' t fit for beasts | |
| I fail to see a correctional facility | |
| Junior Reid | |
| It was a dreadful day | |
| Eradication take me away | |
| Take me to a penitentiary | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| Use razor cutters to cut matches in four | |
| Cause me not sure to get no more | |
| No no more whyoy | |
| No no more yeah | |
| Ten men smoke once leave dayy | |
| Don' t mean we on stage eight | |
| Look me eye no red | |
| Like wild monkey weed I' m dead, dead | |
| Poor Righetous Teacher | |
| And Junior Reid sensei | |
| We wanna see the sun rise | |
| In the land of the rising sun | |
| It was a dreadful day | |
| Babylon take me away | |
| Down to Riker' s Island donde | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| This is what I see every day | |
| This is what I see every day | |
| Life in a jailhouse, life so rough | |
| Life in a jailhouse so tough | |
| So rough |
| zuò cí : Franklin, Grimes, Price, Reid | |
| feat. Junior Reid | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| Yook yook yook yook yook yook yook! | |
| Poor Righteous Teachers is here up on the case with Mr. Junior Reid | |
| Ha ha | |
| What! | |
| Come down Mr. Junior Reid enter | |
| Junior Reid | |
| Thinking why | |
| Standing here thinking why standing here thinking why x6 | |
| It was a dreadful day, yeah | |
| Babylon take me away, why | |
| Down to Riker' s Island donde | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| Use razor cutters to cut matches in four | |
| Cause I not sure to get no more | |
| No no more | |
| No no more | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| Witness the days and be real | |
| The days of boys and rappers | |
| Soul snatchers, gun clappers, and bloodsucking crackers | |
| The body catchers who keep their weapons pointed at ya | |
| The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers | |
| Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed | |
| I beg you heed this thing me talk with Junior Reid | |
| You load your clip, you cock your shit get on your way | |
| You' re guaranteed to murder something today | |
| From Riker' s Island to Sing Sing and San Quentin | |
| You' re touring prisons, result of all that bullshitting | |
| But now you' re bitching, better sharpen up that ice pick and | |
| Proceed to stick him or kiss your stupid ass good riddance | |
| Junior Reid | |
| Take me from my wonderful home, oh | |
| Carry me to here in Rome, no | |
| Someone' s smart will use one comb | |
| Mine' ll make a knife | |
| About to get fleas and lice | |
| Tonight | |
| The man who smoke and bruise lose | |
| They' ll always have a next men to use | |
| Peep the gangsta man, whyoy | |
| Of this operation, whyoy | |
| Brutalization, whyoy | |
| Love to the nation, whyoy | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| True | |
| That day they took me away they had me bound in shackles | |
| Locked down tweleve brothers connected by the ankles | |
| By chains we dangled imprisoned for the star spangled | |
| Banner for glamour mad motherfucker' s slammer | |
| Just like the streets there' s niggas in here wildin' out and dying | |
| You can receive any drugs that you want to try and | |
| The only difference between the streets and prison living | |
| Are homosexuals, the closest you can get to women | |
| And I ain' t ' bout to demote the self and go that route | |
| I' ve been here two years, one week and I want out | |
| When will it cease, this way of death ain' t fit for beasts | |
| I fail to see a correctional facility | |
| Junior Reid | |
| It was a dreadful day | |
| Eradication take me away | |
| Take me to a penitentiary | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| Use razor cutters to cut matches in four | |
| Cause me not sure to get no more | |
| No no more whyoy | |
| No no more yeah | |
| Ten men smoke once leave dayy | |
| Don' t mean we on stage eight | |
| Look me eye no red | |
| Like wild monkey weed I' m dead, dead | |
| Poor Righetous Teacher | |
| And Junior Reid sensei | |
| We wanna see the sun rise | |
| In the land of the rising sun | |
| It was a dreadful day | |
| Babylon take me away | |
| Down to Riker' s Island donde | |
| This is what I see every day, oh yeah | |
| This is what I see every day | |
| This is what I see every day | |
| Life in a jailhouse, life so rough | |
| Life in a jailhouse so tough | |
| So rough |
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