Chief Sealth Lyrics
| Song | Chief Sealth |
| Artist | Blue Scholars |
| Album | Cinemetropolis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:10.27] | I'm from an analog era where we mash that beat |
| [00:12.86] | No screens no things, just pads and keys |
| [00:15.60] | No lab no fees, just dranks and weed |
| [00:18.25] | No thanks I keed, no what? no need |
| [00:21.27] | Humility is not the ability to front |
| [00:23.92] | It's when you willingly work for what you want |
| [00:26.81] | And you barely could rest until you're done |
| [00:29.20] | Feel it in your chest |
| [00:30.76] | Heart pumps harder when you gotta wake up |
| [00:32.97] | Every minute might count |
| [00:34.36] | Tired of paying up, we takin' the top down |
| [00:37.05] | Minds raised up, we feelin' it right now |
| [00:39.74] | （the whole town sucks!） |
| [00:41.12] | You say it so loud that you probably feel the opposite, way deep down |
| [00:45.06] | Like anybody still sayin' pause ya'll clowns |
| [00:47.82] | Find Pro Brown when it all falls down |
| [00:50.29] | If the motherland calls, who's gonna roll out |
| [00:53.01] | A spark for the kid who never thought he could write |
| [00:55.53] | But when the pen turned king, now his kingdom is now |
| [00:58.28] | And i look back at mine, the things that i find? |
| [01:00.90] | I was still the same kid til i listened to the sound |
| [03:54.81][02:28.75][01:03.66] | Some bow in the presence of God |
| [03:57.20][03:56.59][02:30.73][01:05.57] | We give pounds to each other and taught |
| [03:58.30][02:32.84][01:06.94] | Stopped counting the shows that I've rocked |
| [04:00.24][02:34.80][01:09.56] | Put em up for the lives of the people we lost |
| [04:02.68][02:37.35][01:12.03] | Catch a breath like an immigrant |
| [04:04.46][02:39.08][01:13.91] | Sneaking across and where the cash go visas or not we go too （ooh-ooooh!） |
| [04:08.03][02:43.90][01:18.66] | It don't stop from the city to the boondocks |
| [04:12.12][02:46.43][01:21.14] | Take em to the top, make em all cry |
| [04:22.02][04:19.44][04:16.89][04:14.32][02:56.76][02:54.06][02:51.48][01:31.49][01:28.75][01:26.26][01:23.74] | We arrived and we here til we die |
| [04:24.60][02:59.44][01:33.97] | Til we fly... |
| [03:04.40][01:38.99] | （ey, ey, ey, ey） |
| [01:46.23] | Ey comrade, the definition of kasama |
| [01:49.07] | Ride with the nineteenth century ninety-niners |
| [01:51.82] | Shootin' out a post at a post-modernitist |
| [01:54.97] | Steppin on stage, puttin' up they lighters |
| [01:57.04] | Remind us of the fires in the eyes of a thousand |
| [01:59.68] | Armed Guerilla fighters at night watching the township |
| [02:02.40] | Makin' sure nobody violate the boundary |
| [02:05.06] | I'll be in the sky |
| [02:06.16] | Try to see if you can catch me |
| [02:07.69] | Actually, see if you can match me |
| [02:09.71] | Now i'm gettin' hounded by the people who, used to walk past me |
| [02:13.04] | Casually, only after seeing me perform |
| [02:15.72] | Funny how your ass never greeted me before |
| [02:18.36] | Seein' how the settlers did Seattle then |
| [02:21.00] | Could be the same fate for my fam and my friends |
| [02:23.80] | Never saw him, never heard him, |
| [02:26.15] | Said his people like the tide that'll never flow again |
| [03:08.77] | Til we dieee... yeah, uh |
| [03:11.59] | I tell my people out of town that the town ain't changed |
| [03:14.47] | Anywhere they say, they sayin' the same thing |
| [03:17.13] | Bang bang, new names but same games, |
| [03:19.65] | Take aim, maintain or make way, |
| [03:22.36] | Came with our clothes on our back and big dreams |
| [03:24.98] | Told we will never be shit but keep playin' |
| [03:27.70] | Told to believe in a God but not seein' |
| [03:30.41] | On top of all of that shit we keep prayin' |
| [03:33.07] | Someday, I ain't pickin' up the phone |
| [03:35.66] | Apologies fam, I'm probably in the zone, |
| [03:38.40] | But me and Sabarillo put it on |
| [03:40.74] | It's like Sergio Leone and Ennio Morricone |
| [03:43.91] | Fist full of dollars, no pocket full of stones |
| [03:46.47] | Think twice if you callin' this your home |
| [03:49.45] | And though I said it on another dang song: |
| [03:51.60] | Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat |
| [00:10.27] | I' m from an analog era where we mash that beat |
| [00:12.86] | No screens no things, just pads and keys |
| [00:15.60] | No lab no fees, just dranks and weed |
| [00:18.25] | No thanks I keed, no what? no need |
| [00:21.27] | Humility is not the ability to front |
| [00:23.92] | It' s when you willingly work for what you want |
| [00:26.81] | And you barely could rest until you' re done |
| [00:29.20] | Feel it in your chest |
| [00:30.76] | Heart pumps harder when you gotta wake up |
| [00:32.97] | Every minute might count |
| [00:34.36] | Tired of paying up, we takin' the top down |
| [00:37.05] | Minds raised up, we feelin' it right now |
| [00:39.74] | the whole town sucks! |
| [00:41.12] | You say it so loud that you probably feel the opposite, way deep down |
| [00:45.06] | Like anybody still sayin' pause ya' ll clowns |
| [00:47.82] | Find Pro Brown when it all falls down |
| [00:50.29] | If the motherland calls, who' s gonna roll out |
| [00:53.01] | A spark for the kid who never thought he could write |
| [00:55.53] | But when the pen turned king, now his kingdom is now |
| [00:58.28] | And i look back at mine, the things that i find? |
| [01:00.90] | I was still the same kid til i listened to the sound |
| [03:54.81][02:28.75][01:03.66] | Some bow in the presence of God |
| [03:57.20][03:56.59][02:30.73][01:05.57] | We give pounds to each other and taught |
| [03:58.30][02:32.84][01:06.94] | Stopped counting the shows that I' ve rocked |
| [04:00.24][02:34.80][01:09.56] | Put em up for the lives of the people we lost |
| [04:02.68][02:37.35][01:12.03] | Catch a breath like an immigrant |
| [04:04.46][02:39.08][01:13.91] | Sneaking across and where the cash go visas or not we go too oohooooh! |
| [04:08.03][02:43.90][01:18.66] | It don' t stop from the city to the boondocks |
| [04:12.12][02:46.43][01:21.14] | Take em to the top, make em all cry |
| [04:22.02][04:19.44][04:16.89][04:14.32][02:56.76][02:54.06][02:51.48][01:31.49][01:28.75][01:26.26][01:23.74] | We arrived and we here til we die |
| [04:24.60][02:59.44][01:33.97] | Til we fly... |
| [03:04.40][01:38.99] | ey, ey, ey, ey |
| [01:46.23] | Ey comrade, the definition of kasama |
| [01:49.07] | Ride with the nineteenth century ninetyniners |
| [01:51.82] | Shootin' out a post at a postmodernitist |
| [01:54.97] | Steppin on stage, puttin' up they lighters |
| [01:57.04] | Remind us of the fires in the eyes of a thousand |
| [01:59.68] | Armed Guerilla fighters at night watching the township |
| [02:02.40] | Makin' sure nobody violate the boundary |
| [02:05.06] | I' ll be in the sky |
| [02:06.16] | Try to see if you can catch me |
| [02:07.69] | Actually, see if you can match me |
| [02:09.71] | Now i' m gettin' hounded by the people who, used to walk past me |
| [02:13.04] | Casually, only after seeing me perform |
| [02:15.72] | Funny how your ass never greeted me before |
| [02:18.36] | Seein' how the settlers did Seattle then |
| [02:21.00] | Could be the same fate for my fam and my friends |
| [02:23.80] | Never saw him, never heard him, |
| [02:26.15] | Said his people like the tide that' ll never flow again |
| [03:08.77] | Til we dieee... yeah, uh |
| [03:11.59] | I tell my people out of town that the town ain' t changed |
| [03:14.47] | Anywhere they say, they sayin' the same thing |
| [03:17.13] | Bang bang, new names but same games, |
| [03:19.65] | Take aim, maintain or make way, |
| [03:22.36] | Came with our clothes on our back and big dreams |
| [03:24.98] | Told we will never be shit but keep playin' |
| [03:27.70] | Told to believe in a God but not seein' |
| [03:30.41] | On top of all of that shit we keep prayin' |
| [03:33.07] | Someday, I ain' t pickin' up the phone |
| [03:35.66] | Apologies fam, I' m probably in the zone, |
| [03:38.40] | But me and Sabarillo put it on |
| [03:40.74] | It' s like Sergio Leone and Ennio Morricone |
| [03:43.91] | Fist full of dollars, no pocket full of stones |
| [03:46.47] | Think twice if you callin' this your home |
| [03:49.45] | And though I said it on another dang song: |
| [03:51.60] | Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat |
| [00:10.27] | I' m from an analog era where we mash that beat |
| [00:12.86] | No screens no things, just pads and keys |
| [00:15.60] | No lab no fees, just dranks and weed |
| [00:18.25] | No thanks I keed, no what? no need |
| [00:21.27] | Humility is not the ability to front |
| [00:23.92] | It' s when you willingly work for what you want |
| [00:26.81] | And you barely could rest until you' re done |
| [00:29.20] | Feel it in your chest |
| [00:30.76] | Heart pumps harder when you gotta wake up |
| [00:32.97] | Every minute might count |
| [00:34.36] | Tired of paying up, we takin' the top down |
| [00:37.05] | Minds raised up, we feelin' it right now |
| [00:39.74] | the whole town sucks! |
| [00:41.12] | You say it so loud that you probably feel the opposite, way deep down |
| [00:45.06] | Like anybody still sayin' pause ya' ll clowns |
| [00:47.82] | Find Pro Brown when it all falls down |
| [00:50.29] | If the motherland calls, who' s gonna roll out |
| [00:53.01] | A spark for the kid who never thought he could write |
| [00:55.53] | But when the pen turned king, now his kingdom is now |
| [00:58.28] | And i look back at mine, the things that i find? |
| [01:00.90] | I was still the same kid til i listened to the sound |
| [03:54.81][02:28.75][01:03.66] | Some bow in the presence of God |
| [03:57.20][03:56.59][02:30.73][01:05.57] | We give pounds to each other and taught |
| [03:58.30][02:32.84][01:06.94] | Stopped counting the shows that I' ve rocked |
| [04:00.24][02:34.80][01:09.56] | Put em up for the lives of the people we lost |
| [04:02.68][02:37.35][01:12.03] | Catch a breath like an immigrant |
| [04:04.46][02:39.08][01:13.91] | Sneaking across and where the cash go visas or not we go too oohooooh! |
| [04:08.03][02:43.90][01:18.66] | It don' t stop from the city to the boondocks |
| [04:12.12][02:46.43][01:21.14] | Take em to the top, make em all cry |
| [04:22.02][04:19.44][04:16.89][04:14.32][02:56.76][02:54.06][02:51.48][01:31.49][01:28.75][01:26.26][01:23.74] | We arrived and we here til we die |
| [04:24.60][02:59.44][01:33.97] | Til we fly... |
| [03:04.40][01:38.99] | ey, ey, ey, ey |
| [01:46.23] | Ey comrade, the definition of kasama |
| [01:49.07] | Ride with the nineteenth century ninetyniners |
| [01:51.82] | Shootin' out a post at a postmodernitist |
| [01:54.97] | Steppin on stage, puttin' up they lighters |
| [01:57.04] | Remind us of the fires in the eyes of a thousand |
| [01:59.68] | Armed Guerilla fighters at night watching the township |
| [02:02.40] | Makin' sure nobody violate the boundary |
| [02:05.06] | I' ll be in the sky |
| [02:06.16] | Try to see if you can catch me |
| [02:07.69] | Actually, see if you can match me |
| [02:09.71] | Now i' m gettin' hounded by the people who, used to walk past me |
| [02:13.04] | Casually, only after seeing me perform |
| [02:15.72] | Funny how your ass never greeted me before |
| [02:18.36] | Seein' how the settlers did Seattle then |
| [02:21.00] | Could be the same fate for my fam and my friends |
| [02:23.80] | Never saw him, never heard him, |
| [02:26.15] | Said his people like the tide that' ll never flow again |
| [03:08.77] | Til we dieee... yeah, uh |
| [03:11.59] | I tell my people out of town that the town ain' t changed |
| [03:14.47] | Anywhere they say, they sayin' the same thing |
| [03:17.13] | Bang bang, new names but same games, |
| [03:19.65] | Take aim, maintain or make way, |
| [03:22.36] | Came with our clothes on our back and big dreams |
| [03:24.98] | Told we will never be shit but keep playin' |
| [03:27.70] | Told to believe in a God but not seein' |
| [03:30.41] | On top of all of that shit we keep prayin' |
| [03:33.07] | Someday, I ain' t pickin' up the phone |
| [03:35.66] | Apologies fam, I' m probably in the zone, |
| [03:38.40] | But me and Sabarillo put it on |
| [03:40.74] | It' s like Sergio Leone and Ennio Morricone |
| [03:43.91] | Fist full of dollars, no pocket full of stones |
| [03:46.47] | Think twice if you callin' this your home |
| [03:49.45] | And though I said it on another dang song: |
| [03:51.60] | Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat |
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