| 作词 : Franti | |
| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step | |
| I was sick of flippin' channels / and sick of | |
| Flippin' quarters | |
| I called my man zulu/ said, 'meet me on the corner' | |
| Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city | |
| 'cause waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty | |
| So he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and | |
| We hit the upper room/ where they keep the funk alive | |
| The man at the door/ invited us inside | |
| He said there isn't any cover/ if you're keepin' up the vibe | |
| We took it upstairs to big up the area | |
| The people in the house was shakin' up their derrier | |
| Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices | |
| Tokes was the d.j. i was happy with his choices | |
| Maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin' | |
| My brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope | |
| The decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same | |
| 'cause when the beat hits | |
| You feel no pain! | |
| (chorus) | |
| So a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me | |
| A piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see | |
| A piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me | |
| But i don't act peaceful if you're not that way to me | |
| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Five-o was outside waitin' with their vans | |
| Hopin' that shit would get outta hand | |
| So dat they could test their weapons | |
| On innocent civilians, | |
| The high tech shit costin' million and millions | |
| Money should've spent on something for community | |
| But that's o.k. because we got the unity | |
| So **** the police! we can keep the peace! | |
| We can make love and conquer that disease | |
| Because nothing in the world is impossible tome | |
| I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea | |
| And nothing in the world is impossible to me | |
| You can chop off my legs and i'll land upon my feet | |
| I turn it over to the spirit and i leave her in charge | |
| My favorite record sounds like an african head charge | |
| She'll beat up the beats with and eggbeater | |
| Pour em in the batter | |
| She'll make 'em sound fatter and fatter | |
| 'cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music | |
| Spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics | |
| Songs can be delicious and also be nutritious | |
| You can't payfor culture', it can only be experienced | |
| Boom! boom! boom! | |
| 'well have you ever been experienced!' | |
| 'well' | |
| (chorus) | |
| If the funk is on time | |
| Then we call it punctual | |
| We're matchin up the footsteps | |
| Spiritual and functional | |
| Like carnivale in rio | |
| The charlie hunter trio | |
| Had the groovers groovin' | |
| And all the movers movin' | |
| Cuba, twist, reminisce and nme | |
| Graffiti on the street for everyone to see | |
| Even the elders in the house was havin' fun | |
| Because we livin' life at the top of our lungs | |
| It was truly a life celebration that night | |
| Had the world's greatest time | |
| But we'd never sell the movie rights | |
| To morrie povich, or anyone like that | |
| And anyone who does is really, really whack! | |
| We fish or cut bait and we're not takin' prisoners | |
| And if you comin' late then you might've missed some a this | |
| Funky good time we had here in fronta you | |
| So long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo ci : Franti | |
| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step | |
| I was sick of flippin' channels and sick of | |
| Flippin' quarters | |
| I called my man zulu said, ' meet me on the corner' | |
| Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city | |
| ' cause waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty | |
| So he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and | |
| We hit the upper room where they keep the funk alive | |
| The man at the door invited us inside | |
| He said there isn' t any cover if you' re keepin' up the vibe | |
| We took it upstairs to big up the area | |
| The people in the house was shakin' up their derrier | |
| Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices | |
| Tokes was the d. j. i was happy with his choices | |
| Maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin' | |
| My brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope | |
| The decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same | |
| ' cause when the beat hits | |
| You feel no pain! | |
| chorus | |
| So a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me | |
| A piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see | |
| A piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me | |
| But i don' t act peaceful if you' re not that way to me | |
| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Fiveo was outside waitin' with their vans | |
| Hopin' that shit would get outta hand | |
| So dat they could test their weapons | |
| On innocent civilians, | |
| The high tech shit costin' million and millions | |
| Money should' ve spent on something for community | |
| But that' s o. k. because we got the unity | |
| So the police! we can keep the peace! | |
| We can make love and conquer that disease | |
| Because nothing in the world is impossible tome | |
| I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea | |
| And nothing in the world is impossible to me | |
| You can chop off my legs and i' ll land upon my feet | |
| I turn it over to the spirit and i leave her in charge | |
| My favorite record sounds like an african head charge | |
| She' ll beat up the beats with and eggbeater | |
| Pour em in the batter | |
| She' ll make ' em sound fatter and fatter | |
| ' cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music | |
| Spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics | |
| Songs can be delicious and also be nutritious | |
| You can' t payfor culture', it can only be experienced | |
| Boom! boom! boom! | |
| ' well have you ever been experienced!' | |
| ' well' | |
| chorus | |
| If the funk is on time | |
| Then we call it punctual | |
| We' re matchin up the footsteps | |
| Spiritual and functional | |
| Like carnivale in rio | |
| The charlie hunter trio | |
| Had the groovers groovin' | |
| And all the movers movin' | |
| Cuba, twist, reminisce and nme | |
| Graffiti on the street for everyone to see | |
| Even the elders in the house was havin' fun | |
| Because we livin' life at the top of our lungs | |
| It was truly a life celebration that night | |
| Had the world' s greatest time | |
| But we' d never sell the movie rights | |
| To morrie povich, or anyone like that | |
| And anyone who does is really, really whack! | |
| We fish or cut bait and we' re not takin' prisoners | |
| And if you comin' late then you might' ve missed some a this | |
| Funky good time we had here in fronta you | |
| So long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Franti | |
| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step | |
| I was sick of flippin' channels and sick of | |
| Flippin' quarters | |
| I called my man zulu said, ' meet me on the corner' | |
| Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city | |
| ' cause waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty | |
| So he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and | |
| We hit the upper room where they keep the funk alive | |
| The man at the door invited us inside | |
| He said there isn' t any cover if you' re keepin' up the vibe | |
| We took it upstairs to big up the area | |
| The people in the house was shakin' up their derrier | |
| Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices | |
| Tokes was the d. j. i was happy with his choices | |
| Maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin' | |
| My brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope | |
| The decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same | |
| ' cause when the beat hits | |
| You feel no pain! | |
| chorus | |
| So a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me | |
| A piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see | |
| A piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me | |
| But i don' t act peaceful if you' re not that way to me | |
| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step | |
| Fiveo was outside waitin' with their vans | |
| Hopin' that shit would get outta hand | |
| So dat they could test their weapons | |
| On innocent civilians, | |
| The high tech shit costin' million and millions | |
| Money should' ve spent on something for community | |
| But that' s o. k. because we got the unity | |
| So the police! we can keep the peace! | |
| We can make love and conquer that disease | |
| Because nothing in the world is impossible tome | |
| I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea | |
| And nothing in the world is impossible to me | |
| You can chop off my legs and i' ll land upon my feet | |
| I turn it over to the spirit and i leave her in charge | |
| My favorite record sounds like an african head charge | |
| She' ll beat up the beats with and eggbeater | |
| Pour em in the batter | |
| She' ll make ' em sound fatter and fatter | |
| ' cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music | |
| Spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics | |
| Songs can be delicious and also be nutritious | |
| You can' t payfor culture', it can only be experienced | |
| Boom! boom! boom! | |
| ' well have you ever been experienced!' | |
| ' well' | |
| chorus | |
| If the funk is on time | |
| Then we call it punctual | |
| We' re matchin up the footsteps | |
| Spiritual and functional | |
| Like carnivale in rio | |
| The charlie hunter trio | |
| Had the groovers groovin' | |
| And all the movers movin' | |
| Cuba, twist, reminisce and nme | |
| Graffiti on the street for everyone to see | |
| Even the elders in the house was havin' fun | |
| Because we livin' life at the top of our lungs | |
| It was truly a life celebration that night | |
| Had the world' s greatest time | |
| But we' d never sell the movie rights | |
| To morrie povich, or anyone like that | |
| And anyone who does is really, really whack! | |
| We fish or cut bait and we' re not takin' prisoners | |
| And if you comin' late then you might' ve missed some a this | |
| Funky good time we had here in fronta you | |
| So long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you | |
| chorus |
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