| Song | Music For Life |
| Artist | Hi-Tek |
| Album | Hi-teknology - Volume 2 |
| 作曲 : Ambrosius, Cottrell, Jones ... | |
| (feat. J Dilla, Nas, Marsha Ambrosius, Hi-Tek, Common,...) | |
| [NEXT MESSAGE] | |
| [Message #1: J Dilla] | |
| Yo, I don't know where to start | |
| Uh, check it out, music is - my total existence, dawg, straight up | |
| Everything with my life revolves around music | |
| It's like... you can't get a relationship with.. | |
| I'm still with.. my first love which is music | |
| You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?, fo'real | |
| The reason I'm here is.. is J Dilla, just like that, peace | |
| [END OF MESSAGE] | |
| [PRE-SAVED, NEXT MESSAGE] | |
| [Verse One: Nas] | |
| Yea, yea | |
| It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall | |
| The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all | |
| The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em | |
| The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science | |
| Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin' | |
| Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin' | |
| To come from all the fussin' and ramblin' | |
| What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with | |
| By things show biz does; older thugs showed us stuff | |
| Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light | |
| It almost could have blowed us up | |
| Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin' | |
| Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin' | |
| Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man | |
| Saw his wife secondary to his true passion | |
| Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82 | |
| Never looked back, now look what it changed me to.. music | |
| [Chorus #1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry] | |
| We gotta believe the future | |
| We gotta believe the past | |
| We gotta believe in more | |
| Didn't know that we had it | |
| We gotta believe each other | |
| We gotta open up our minds | |
| 'Cause music is for life.. for life | |
| [NEXT MESSAGE] | |
| [Verse Two: Hi-Tek] | |
| Uh, what's the difference between me and you? | |
| It's that I'm real kind show, this rap shit, I'd really do it | |
| My whole life man is really music | |
| Through my bass line, I'm livin' through it | |
| Another expression of life, I couldn't live without it | |
| I like my music pure, not watered down | |
| DAMN!, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood | |
| Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs | |
| Spinnin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up | |
| Zonin' out, wishin' Dre. could check it out | |
| I'm here now, I can't believe it, Proof in the puddin' | |
| Everything happened for a reason | |
| Through this music I'm able to feed the family | |
| When I'm stressed out, it's my insanity | |
| It's a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood | |
| Music in my DNA, it's my livelihood.. music | |
| [Chorus #2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry] | |
| We gotta believe the children | |
| We gotta believe in hope | |
| We gotta believe in more | |
| Didn't know that we'd know | |
| See we gotta believe each other | |
| We gotta open up our minds | |
| 'Cause music is for life.. for life | |
| [NEXT MESSAGE] | |
| [Verse Three: Common] | |
| Keep the music alive | |
| The good and the strong survive | |
| I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five' | |
| Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle | |
| Music alive leader, let life go | |
| So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers | |
| The big be the toucher's, since such a special place | |
| Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like | |
| I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic | |
| No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned | |
| Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned | |
| Put my soul into it, 'naw my feet is firm | |
| And the game, where name is hard to earn | |
| And hot cat's career gets scared and burn | |
| Through the years, mine took a Godly turn | |
| This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse | |
| No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yea.. | |
| [Chorus #1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry] | |
| [Chorus #2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry] | |
| [NEXT MESSAGE] | |
| [Message #2: Busta Rhymes] | |
| Ayo, Hi-Tek whattup?, you know who this is | |
| It's your boy Busta Bus down, Flip Mode Squad, aiight | |
| Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we're doing | |
| It's like.. music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, feel me | |
| You know when we going through, our personal stripes in life | |
| You'know'what'I'm'sayin', we get up in that studio | |
| Close that door, lock ourselves in, that little four-wall space man | |
| Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be | |
| Express whatever you wanna feel, you'know'what'I'mean? | |
| When you going through your most frustrating time in life | |
| You'know'what'I'm'sayin', you can realize that.. | |
| When you can't find nobody else to speak to | |
| You can speak through the music | |
| Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion | |
| You'know, what you live and die for, your values in life | |
| You'know'what'I'mean?, music man | |
| Is the voice of every being in the Universe | |
| What God had provided for us to communicate, when all else fails | |
| It's what allows us to be able to connect | |
| With touching our hearts & the soul of the streets | |
| [FIRST SKIPPED MESSAGE] | |
| [Message #3: J Dilla] | |
| Yo, I'ma Rosemont legend nigga, I'ma felony nigga | |
| Keep rollin' the motha'****ers in my nigga | |
| Like the bait, they..they.. hopin' on it | |
| When the bait go in nigga, they can't playa hate on it | |
| I'm comin' back niggaz, stronger than ever | |
| Watch this nigga, bony bones, clever if ever | |
| Playa hater, can't motha'****er, **** with this | |
| My baby momma even talk about my shit, haha | |
| I'm hotter than hot, hotter, what?, tell 'em boo | |
| (Hang up the damn phone), yea, I'm on, alright | |
| Bony bones in the house, nigga | |
| [END OF MESSAGE] |
| zuò qǔ : Ambrosius, Cottrell, Jones ... | |
| feat. J Dilla, Nas, Marsha Ambrosius, HiTek, Common,... | |
| NEXT MESSAGE | |
| Message 1: J Dilla | |
| Yo, I don' t know where to start | |
| Uh, check it out, music is my total existence, dawg, straight up | |
| Everything with my life revolves around music | |
| It' s like... you can' t get a relationship with.. | |
| I' m still with.. my first love which is music | |
| You' know' what' I' m' sayin'?, fo' real | |
| The reason I' m here is.. is J Dilla, just like that, peace | |
| END OF MESSAGE | |
| PRESAVED, NEXT MESSAGE | |
| Verse One: Nas | |
| Yea, yea | |
| It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall | |
| The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all | |
| The empty bottles that' s hollow, wind blowin' inside ' em | |
| The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science | |
| Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin' | |
| Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin' | |
| To come from all the fussin' and ramblin' | |
| What I noticed was pure music, untampered with | |
| By things show biz does older thugs showed us stuff | |
| Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light | |
| It almost could have blowed us up | |
| Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin' | |
| Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin' | |
| Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man | |
| Saw his wife secondary to his true passion | |
| Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in ' 82 | |
| Never looked back, now look what it changed me to.. music | |
| Chorus 1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry | |
| We gotta believe the future | |
| We gotta believe the past | |
| We gotta believe in more | |
| Didn' t know that we had it | |
| We gotta believe each other | |
| We gotta open up our minds | |
| ' Cause music is for life.. for life | |
| NEXT MESSAGE | |
| Verse Two: HiTek | |
| Uh, what' s the difference between me and you? | |
| It' s that I' m real kind show, this rap shit, I' d really do it | |
| My whole life man is really music | |
| Through my bass line, I' m livin' through it | |
| Another expression of life, I couldn' t live without it | |
| I like my music pure, not watered down | |
| DAMN!, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood | |
| Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs | |
| Spinnin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up | |
| Zonin' out, wishin' Dre. could check it out | |
| I' m here now, I can' t believe it, Proof in the puddin' | |
| Everything happened for a reason | |
| Through this music I' m able to feed the family | |
| When I' m stressed out, it' s my insanity | |
| It' s a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood | |
| Music in my DNA, it' s my livelihood.. music | |
| Chorus 2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry | |
| We gotta believe the children | |
| We gotta believe in hope | |
| We gotta believe in more | |
| Didn' t know that we' d know | |
| See we gotta believe each other | |
| We gotta open up our minds | |
| ' Cause music is for life.. for life | |
| NEXT MESSAGE | |
| Verse Three: Common | |
| Keep the music alive | |
| The good and the strong survive | |
| I closed my eyes and imagined I was ' Jackson Five' | |
| Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle | |
| Music alive leader, let life go | |
| So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers | |
| The big be the toucher' s, since such a special place | |
| Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like | |
| I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic | |
| No second guessin', selfexpression in lessons learned | |
| Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned | |
| Put my soul into it, ' naw my feet is firm | |
| And the game, where name is hard to earn | |
| And hot cat' s career gets scared and burn | |
| Through the years, mine took a Godly turn | |
| This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse | |
| No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yea.. | |
| Chorus 1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry | |
| Chorus 2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry | |
| NEXT MESSAGE | |
| Message 2: Busta Rhymes | |
| Ayo, HiTek whattup?, you know who this is | |
| It' s your boy Busta Bus down, Flip Mode Squad, aiight | |
| Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we' re doing | |
| It' s like.. music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, feel me | |
| You know when we going through, our personal stripes in life | |
| You' know' what' I' m' sayin', we get up in that studio | |
| Close that door, lock ourselves in, that little fourwall space man | |
| Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be | |
| Express whatever you wanna feel, you' know' what' I' mean? | |
| When you going through your most frustrating time in life | |
| You' know' what' I' m' sayin', you can realize that.. | |
| When you can' t find nobody else to speak to | |
| You can speak through the music | |
| Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion | |
| You' know, what you live and die for, your values in life | |
| You' know' what' I' mean?, music man | |
| Is the voice of every being in the Universe | |
| What God had provided for us to communicate, when all else fails | |
| It' s what allows us to be able to connect | |
| With touching our hearts the soul of the streets | |
| FIRST SKIPPED MESSAGE | |
| Message 3: J Dilla | |
| Yo, I' ma Rosemont legend nigga, I' ma felony nigga | |
| Keep rollin' the motha' ers in my nigga | |
| Like the bait, they.. they.. hopin' on it | |
| When the bait go in nigga, they can' t playa hate on it | |
| I' m comin' back niggaz, stronger than ever | |
| Watch this nigga, bony bones, clever if ever | |
| Playa hater, can' t motha' er, with this | |
| My baby momma even talk about my shit, haha | |
| I' m hotter than hot, hotter, what?, tell ' em boo | |
| Hang up the damn phone, yea, I' m on, alright | |
| Bony bones in the house, nigga | |
| END OF MESSAGE |