Invisible Man Lyrics
| Song | Invisible Man |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Rebirth Of A Nation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cretu, Palmer-James | |
| I came from a place | |
| I forgotI woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot | |
| On the corner where all the streets got the same name | |
| Maybe my brain's on the brink of (INSANE!) | |
| Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train | |
| This the land of milk and honey (know what I'm sayin?!) | |
| The invisible man times three | |
| Black, down and out - out standin on a corner (no doubt) | |
| Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations | |
| Another win for the pilgrims who said (NO MORE HAITIANS) | |
| As I proceed, someone to feed me is what | |
| I need(Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some weed) | |
| Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a (****ER) | |
| Hope to get a ride from a (TRUCKER - aiyyo man) | |
| Everybody know | |
| I ain't no (SUCKER) | |
| Every time | |
| I used to drop thirty at the (RUCKER - that's it) | |
| Away from the crazy kids in | |
| Generation | |
| WreckedDissin pyramids while praisin projects(Walk past old folks gettin no respect!) | |
| Callin young folks a bunch a no-good rejects | |
| And I walk on[Chorus: Chuck D] | |
| An eye for an eye, | |
| I can't recognize the man in the mirror | |
| Is it I? It is | |
| INow who this cat | |
| I'm lookin at? | |
| Cause I've been waitin so long, to get where | |
| I'm goinAn eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee | |
| Now how the hell, can | |
| I be freeAnd who this cat | |
| I'm lookin at? | |
| Cause I've been lost so long without anybody knowin[Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] | |
| So I move on (uh-huh) and | |
| I walk on (yeah-yeah!) | |
| Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on (SAY WORD?!) | |
| Why do home gotta be where the negative roam | |
| To be or not to be (so I roll alone) | |
| I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones | |
| Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones | |
| Can I last, as | |
| I walk past | |
| Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads(Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags) | |
| Everyone I see got the nerve to brag | |
| Where they from, what they got, and don't own squat | |
| Disrespect where they from and you might get shot [click click BOOM] | |
| Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be(You shoulda shot the ****in sheriff and the ****in deputy G!) | |
| For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be | |
| But I know prison for me, is an industry | |
| So I walk, heard the best things in life be free(Didn't God make this land and the air that we breathe) | |
| Not for the homeless, don't give a damn about me | |
| In the mirror somebody else is starin at me | |
| Maybe prison is the skin | |
| I'm within | |
| All this time | |
| I been sufferin can't fix it with a | |
| BufferinPlus they said | |
| I'll never work in this town again (God damn!) | |
| So I keep on walkin - yeah[Chorus][Chuck D (Flavor Flav)] | |
| Lil' DayDay is | |
| Big Day and just did time | |
| Seen him standin (on the unemployment line?!) | |
| Which collided with the line of the health clinic | |
| I seen Crazy | |
| Stacy, her ass standin up in it | |
| No more welfare, they cut her | |
| Medicaid(DAMN! My momma used to do her braids) | |
| I keep walkin, so they don't see me | |
| But I doubt if they doin much better than me | |
| So I walk on, never take the planet for granted | |
| I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite | |
| I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch | |
| With a yard of dirt, and littered with | |
| NewportsTalkin how they comin up while they sittin on they ass | |
| As I walk past 'em | |
| I'm the target of they laughs | |
| And one said "Let's get him for his ****in stash" | |
| As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass | |
| Had a little cash, | |
| I tried to make it last | |
| From a few deals | |
| I made from cleanin windshields | |
| I ran like a (rally) they caught me in the (alley) | |
| Can't get out the ghetto from | |
| New York to (Cali) | |
| I thought | |
| I had nothin, 'til | |
| I felt the knife | |
| And now I ain't even got a life... [echoes] |
| zuo qu : Cretu, PalmerJames | |
| I came from a place | |
| I forgotI woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot | |
| On the corner where all the streets got the same name | |
| Maybe my brain' s on the brink of INSANE! | |
| Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train | |
| This the land of milk and honey know what I' m sayin?! | |
| The invisible man times three | |
| Black, down and out out standin on a corner no doubt | |
| Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations | |
| Another win for the pilgrims who said NO MORE HAITIANS | |
| As I proceed, someone to feed me is what | |
| I need Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some weed | |
| Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a ER | |
| Hope to get a ride from a TRUCKER aiyyo man | |
| Everybody know | |
| I ain' t no SUCKER | |
| Every time | |
| I used to drop thirty at the RUCKER that' s it | |
| Away from the crazy kids in | |
| Generation | |
| WreckedDissin pyramids while praisin projects Walk past old folks gettin no respect! | |
| Callin young folks a bunch a nogood rejects | |
| And I walk on Chorus: Chuck D | |
| An eye for an eye, | |
| I can' t recognize the man in the mirror | |
| Is it I? It is | |
| INow who this cat | |
| I' m lookin at? | |
| Cause I' ve been waitin so long, to get where | |
| I' m goinAn eye for a eye, in this country ' tis of thee | |
| Now how the hell, can | |
| I be freeAnd who this cat | |
| I' m lookin at? | |
| Cause I' ve been lost so long without anybody knowin Chuck D Flavor Flav | |
| So I move on uhhuh and | |
| I walk on yeahyeah! | |
| Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on SAY WORD?! | |
| Why do home gotta be where the negative roam | |
| To be or not to be so I roll alone | |
| I' m trapped within, this skin and these bones | |
| Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones | |
| Can I last, as | |
| I walk past | |
| Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags | |
| Everyone I see got the nerve to brag | |
| Where they from, what they got, and don' t own squat | |
| Disrespect where they from and you might get shot click click BOOM | |
| Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be You shoulda shot the in sheriff and the in deputy G! | |
| For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be | |
| But I know prison for me, is an industry | |
| So I walk, heard the best things in life be free Didn' t God make this land and the air that we breathe | |
| Not for the homeless, don' t give a damn about me | |
| In the mirror somebody else is starin at me | |
| Maybe prison is the skin | |
| I' m within | |
| All this time | |
| I been sufferin can' t fix it with a | |
| BufferinPlus they said | |
| I' ll never work in this town again God damn! | |
| So I keep on walkin yeah Chorus Chuck D Flavor Flav | |
| Lil' DayDay is | |
| Big Day and just did time | |
| Seen him standin on the unemployment line?! | |
| Which collided with the line of the health clinic | |
| I seen Crazy | |
| Stacy, her ass standin up in it | |
| No more welfare, they cut her | |
| Medicaid DAMN! My momma used to do her braids | |
| I keep walkin, so they don' t see me | |
| But I doubt if they doin much better than me | |
| So I walk on, never take the planet for granted | |
| I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite | |
| I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch | |
| With a yard of dirt, and littered with | |
| NewportsTalkin how they comin up while they sittin on they ass | |
| As I walk past ' em | |
| I' m the target of they laughs | |
| And one said " Let' s get him for his in stash" | |
| As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass | |
| Had a little cash, | |
| I tried to make it last | |
| From a few deals | |
| I made from cleanin windshields | |
| I ran like a rally they caught me in the alley | |
| Can' t get out the ghetto from | |
| New York to Cali | |
| I thought | |
| I had nothin, ' til | |
| I felt the knife | |
| And now I ain' t even got a life... echoes |
| zuò qǔ : Cretu, PalmerJames | |
| I came from a place | |
| I forgotI woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot | |
| On the corner where all the streets got the same name | |
| Maybe my brain' s on the brink of INSANE! | |
| Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train | |
| This the land of milk and honey know what I' m sayin?! | |
| The invisible man times three | |
| Black, down and out out standin on a corner no doubt | |
| Now a nation of homeless sleepin in bus stations | |
| Another win for the pilgrims who said NO MORE HAITIANS | |
| As I proceed, someone to feed me is what | |
| I need Three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off with some weed | |
| Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a ER | |
| Hope to get a ride from a TRUCKER aiyyo man | |
| Everybody know | |
| I ain' t no SUCKER | |
| Every time | |
| I used to drop thirty at the RUCKER that' s it | |
| Away from the crazy kids in | |
| Generation | |
| WreckedDissin pyramids while praisin projects Walk past old folks gettin no respect! | |
| Callin young folks a bunch a nogood rejects | |
| And I walk on Chorus: Chuck D | |
| An eye for an eye, | |
| I can' t recognize the man in the mirror | |
| Is it I? It is | |
| INow who this cat | |
| I' m lookin at? | |
| Cause I' ve been waitin so long, to get where | |
| I' m goinAn eye for a eye, in this country ' tis of thee | |
| Now how the hell, can | |
| I be freeAnd who this cat | |
| I' m lookin at? | |
| Cause I' ve been lost so long without anybody knowin Chuck D Flavor Flav | |
| So I move on uhhuh and | |
| I walk on yeahyeah! | |
| Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on SAY WORD?! | |
| Why do home gotta be where the negative roam | |
| To be or not to be so I roll alone | |
| I' m trapped within, this skin and these bones | |
| Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones | |
| Can I last, as | |
| I walk past | |
| Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads Walkin on da bottles and potato chip bags | |
| Everyone I see got the nerve to brag | |
| Where they from, what they got, and don' t own squat | |
| Disrespect where they from and you might get shot click click BOOM | |
| Zombies askin me, what the latest bomb be You shoulda shot the in sheriff and the in deputy G! | |
| For okayin the drug trade and lettin it be | |
| But I know prison for me, is an industry | |
| So I walk, heard the best things in life be free Didn' t God make this land and the air that we breathe | |
| Not for the homeless, don' t give a damn about me | |
| In the mirror somebody else is starin at me | |
| Maybe prison is the skin | |
| I' m within | |
| All this time | |
| I been sufferin can' t fix it with a | |
| BufferinPlus they said | |
| I' ll never work in this town again God damn! | |
| So I keep on walkin yeah Chorus Chuck D Flavor Flav | |
| Lil' DayDay is | |
| Big Day and just did time | |
| Seen him standin on the unemployment line?! | |
| Which collided with the line of the health clinic | |
| I seen Crazy | |
| Stacy, her ass standin up in it | |
| No more welfare, they cut her | |
| Medicaid DAMN! My momma used to do her braids | |
| I keep walkin, so they don' t see me | |
| But I doubt if they doin much better than me | |
| So I walk on, never take the planet for granted | |
| I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite | |
| I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch | |
| With a yard of dirt, and littered with | |
| NewportsTalkin how they comin up while they sittin on they ass | |
| As I walk past ' em | |
| I' m the target of they laughs | |
| And one said " Let' s get him for his in stash" | |
| As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass | |
| Had a little cash, | |
| I tried to make it last | |
| From a few deals | |
| I made from cleanin windshields | |
| I ran like a rally they caught me in the alley | |
| Can' t get out the ghetto from | |
| New York to Cali | |
| I thought | |
| I had nothin, ' til | |
| I felt the knife | |
| And now I ain' t even got a life... echoes |
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