50 Thousand Deep Lyrics
| Song | 50 Thousand Deep |
| Artist | Blue Scholars |
| Album | Bayani Redux |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Geologic, Sabzi | |
| November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine | |
| Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don't stop, and the parties don't care | |
| It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air | |
| Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare | |
| Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair | |
| But we are not blind, we are not there | |
| We don't got time left to spare to not care | |
| On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks | |
| Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank | |
| A gathering of people in peaceful assembly | |
| Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry | |
| Walk along steady, riot squad ready | |
| To protect every last dignitary's ass | |
| But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence | |
| Protesters getting restless without an exit | |
| They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then | |
| A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men | |
| I admit, had to split when the first gas canisters hit | |
| Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips | |
| They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage | |
| I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it | |
| But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes | |
| But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don't stop, and the parties don't care | |
| It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air | |
| 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50,000 deep, 50,000 deep | |
| Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don't stop in the South | |
| So take your shoes off for you come into my house | |
| I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town | |
| Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight | |
| Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight | |
| Press conference, looking constipated and pale | |
| Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting | |
| Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson | |
| But this is not a question what we did to deserve this | |
| Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose | |
| But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain | |
| Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came | |
| Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain | |
| And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising | |
| And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising | |
| And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that, I'ma call it an uprising | |
| 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets |
| zuo qu : Geologic, Sabzi | |
| November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine | |
| Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don' t stop, and the parties don' t care | |
| It' s a stick up: that' s why we got our hands in the air | |
| Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare | |
| Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair | |
| But we are not blind, we are not there | |
| We don' t got time left to spare to not care | |
| On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks | |
| Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank | |
| A gathering of people in peaceful assembly | |
| Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry | |
| Walk along steady, riot squad ready | |
| To protect every last dignitary' s ass | |
| But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence | |
| Protesters getting restless without an exit | |
| They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then | |
| A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men | |
| I admit, had to split when the first gas canisters hit | |
| Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips | |
| They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage | |
| I was there, I' ll tell you right now the pig started it | |
| But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes | |
| But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don' t stop, and the parties don' t care | |
| It' s a stick up: that' s why we got our hands in the air | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50, 000 deep, 50, 000 deep | |
| Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don' t stop in the South | |
| So take your shoes off for you come into my house | |
| I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town | |
| Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight | |
| Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight | |
| Press conference, looking constipated and pale | |
| Tossed a homie in jail, wasn' t even protesting | |
| Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson | |
| But this is not a question what we did to deserve this | |
| Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose | |
| But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain | |
| Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came | |
| Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain | |
| And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising | |
| And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising | |
| And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that, I' ma call it an uprising | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets |
| zuò qǔ : Geologic, Sabzi | |
| November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine | |
| Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don' t stop, and the parties don' t care | |
| It' s a stick up: that' s why we got our hands in the air | |
| Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare | |
| Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair | |
| But we are not blind, we are not there | |
| We don' t got time left to spare to not care | |
| On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks | |
| Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank | |
| A gathering of people in peaceful assembly | |
| Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry | |
| Walk along steady, riot squad ready | |
| To protect every last dignitary' s ass | |
| But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence | |
| Protesters getting restless without an exit | |
| They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then | |
| A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men | |
| I admit, had to split when the first gas canisters hit | |
| Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips | |
| They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage | |
| I was there, I' ll tell you right now the pig started it | |
| But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes | |
| But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don' t stop, and the parties don' t care | |
| It' s a stick up: that' s why we got our hands in the air | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets | |
| 50, 000 deep, 50, 000 deep | |
| Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops | |
| Nearby somebody got shot | |
| But parties don' t stop in the South | |
| So take your shoes off for you come into my house | |
| I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town | |
| Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight | |
| Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight | |
| Press conference, looking constipated and pale | |
| Tossed a homie in jail, wasn' t even protesting | |
| Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson | |
| But this is not a question what we did to deserve this | |
| Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose | |
| But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain | |
| Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came | |
| Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain | |
| And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising | |
| And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising | |
| And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that, I' ma call it an uprising | |
| 50, 000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets |
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