Bayani Lyrics
| Song | Bayani |
| Artist | Blue Scholars |
| Album | Bayani Redux |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| yeah | |
| now uh | |
| turn off your radio | |
| turn up your stereo | |
| northwest rock rock on whats the scenario | |
| four years ago two students skipping class went and crafted an album | |
| some called it a classic but | |
| we've grown past it was good while it lasted | |
| now its time to put the education into practice | |
| beats rhymes rice be the breakfast of champions | |
| we hold the whole town down together with the plan to hold the mic with compassion | |
| like Yuri did Malcolm | |
| travel down the coast since we dropped the last album | |
| that plus one is how long we've been war torn | |
| it's the return of the hard knock and the hardcore | |
| from hard rock to hip hop the migration of flocks who once mocked what we ride for | |
| it's side war, from side walks to billboards and stores telling all poor people that the world is yours | |
| but this money is ours you can get a little back you start putting in hours you can widen the gap | |
| but you can see it in the towers standing next to the squatters who be wandering the city in search of a job offer | |
| the first generation in the U.S. of A to get paid less wage than the ones who came | |
| before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain | |
| 24 short bars couldn't measure the pain | |
| so now i, greet the neighbor daily he's on his porch smoking | |
| overhead thunderclouds moving slow motion | |
| came across an ocean in hope of some better days | |
| ex patriotated citizens of third world decay | |
| where children translate for their parents sake | |
| in a landscape where the working class, can't escape | |
| these languages twisted, tongues get unraveled | |
| can't understand each other in this modern day babel | |
| now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down | |
| barely claiming families but quick to claim the town | |
| recognize it's serious but ain't afraid to clown | |
| trained for confrontation there's no other way around | |
| these sacred ground desecrators | |
| they try to decimate us | |
| they hit the ballot like the mayor's gonna save us | |
| and it pains me to say this but pain is what made this | |
| it's gonna take more than just rain to change this | |
| just some rain to change this |
| zuo qu : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| yeah | |
| now uh | |
| turn off your radio | |
| turn up your stereo | |
| northwest rock rock on whats the scenario | |
| four years ago two students skipping class went and crafted an album | |
| some called it a classic but | |
| we' ve grown past it was good while it lasted | |
| now its time to put the education into practice | |
| beats rhymes rice be the breakfast of champions | |
| we hold the whole town down together with the plan to hold the mic with compassion | |
| like Yuri did Malcolm | |
| travel down the coast since we dropped the last album | |
| that plus one is how long we' ve been war torn | |
| it' s the return of the hard knock and the hardcore | |
| from hard rock to hip hop the migration of flocks who once mocked what we ride for | |
| it' s side war, from side walks to billboards and stores telling all poor people that the world is yours | |
| but this money is ours you can get a little back you start putting in hours you can widen the gap | |
| but you can see it in the towers standing next to the squatters who be wandering the city in search of a job offer | |
| the first generation in the U. S. of A to get paid less wage than the ones who came | |
| before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain | |
| 24 short bars couldn' t measure the pain | |
| so now i, greet the neighbor daily he' s on his porch smoking | |
| overhead thunderclouds moving slow motion | |
| came across an ocean in hope of some better days | |
| ex patriotated citizens of third world decay | |
| where children translate for their parents sake | |
| in a landscape where the working class, can' t escape | |
| these languages twisted, tongues get unraveled | |
| can' t understand each other in this modern day babel | |
| now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down | |
| barely claiming families but quick to claim the town | |
| recognize it' s serious but ain' t afraid to clown | |
| trained for confrontation there' s no other way around | |
| these sacred ground desecrators | |
| they try to decimate us | |
| they hit the ballot like the mayor' s gonna save us | |
| and it pains me to say this but pain is what made this | |
| it' s gonna take more than just rain to change this | |
| just some rain to change this |
| zuò qǔ : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| yeah | |
| now uh | |
| turn off your radio | |
| turn up your stereo | |
| northwest rock rock on whats the scenario | |
| four years ago two students skipping class went and crafted an album | |
| some called it a classic but | |
| we' ve grown past it was good while it lasted | |
| now its time to put the education into practice | |
| beats rhymes rice be the breakfast of champions | |
| we hold the whole town down together with the plan to hold the mic with compassion | |
| like Yuri did Malcolm | |
| travel down the coast since we dropped the last album | |
| that plus one is how long we' ve been war torn | |
| it' s the return of the hard knock and the hardcore | |
| from hard rock to hip hop the migration of flocks who once mocked what we ride for | |
| it' s side war, from side walks to billboards and stores telling all poor people that the world is yours | |
| but this money is ours you can get a little back you start putting in hours you can widen the gap | |
| but you can see it in the towers standing next to the squatters who be wandering the city in search of a job offer | |
| the first generation in the U. S. of A to get paid less wage than the ones who came | |
| before the wicked waged war in a desert terrain | |
| 24 short bars couldn' t measure the pain | |
| so now i, greet the neighbor daily he' s on his porch smoking | |
| overhead thunderclouds moving slow motion | |
| came across an ocean in hope of some better days | |
| ex patriotated citizens of third world decay | |
| where children translate for their parents sake | |
| in a landscape where the working class, can' t escape | |
| these languages twisted, tongues get unraveled | |
| can' t understand each other in this modern day babel | |
| now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down | |
| barely claiming families but quick to claim the town | |
| recognize it' s serious but ain' t afraid to clown | |
| trained for confrontation there' s no other way around | |
| these sacred ground desecrators | |
| they try to decimate us | |
| they hit the ballot like the mayor' s gonna save us | |
| and it pains me to say this but pain is what made this | |
| it' s gonna take more than just rain to change this | |
| just some rain to change this |
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