I Am I Be Lyrics
| Song | I Am I Be |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | Buhloone Mindstate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Davis B., Gordy ... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I am posdnous | |
| I be the new generation of slaves | |
| Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
| The pile of revenue i create | |
| But i guess i don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late | |
| Product of a north carolina cat | |
| Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named hattie | |
| Who departed life just a little too soon | |
| And didn't see me grab the plug tune fame | |
| As we go a little somethin' like this | |
| Look ma, no protection | |
| Now i got a daughter named ayana monay | |
| And i can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough | |
| So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay | |
| I am an early bird but the feathers are black | |
| So the apples that i catch are usually all worms | |
| But it's a must to decipher one's queen | |
| From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ | |
| I cherish the twilight | |
| I maximize, my soul is the right size | |
| I watch for the power to run out on the moon | |
| (and that'll be sometime soon) | |
| Faker than a fist of kids | |
| Speakin that they're black | |
| When they're just niggas trying to be greek | |
| Or some tongues who lied | |
| And said "we'll be natives to the end" | |
| Nowadays we don't even speak | |
| I guess we got our own life to live | |
| Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? | |
| Every now and then i step to the now | |
| For now i see back then i might have acted like a fool | |
| Now i won't apologize for it | |
| This is not a bunch of bradys | |
| But a bunch of black man's pride | |
| Yet i can safely say | |
| I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside | |
| I've always walked the right side of the road | |
| If i wasn't making song i wouldn't be a thug selling drugs | |
| But a man with a plan | |
| And if i was a rug cleaner | |
| Betcha pos'd have the cleanest rugs i am. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The plug two brand with the flavour | |
| In the flute watch the sniffin' | |
| So a sack of shows in demand | |
| I read the diction from the second page | |
| I got the one-two gauge | |
| Baritone to the izm fan | |
| Trees fall so i can play ground with my ink | |
| So let me need ya to my ems go | |
| I push the infinite and carry it | |
| My carrier's the three over one | |
| So my pluggins already know | |
| Lick shots with moo | |
| Catch the boo | |
| From a ghost in the heckling crowd | |
| If i give a foot | |
| Jack ville caught a spill | |
| When a still came from my mouth | |
| I brought a head down south | |
| I don't check for the noose and the neck | |
| So i never tell my ems | |
| That finesse is knocking at my door | |
| I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun | |
| And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore | |
| I bring the element h with the 2 | |
| So ya owe me what's coming when i'm raining on your new parade | |
| It's just mind over matter | |
| And what matters is | |
| That the mind isn't guided by the punished shade | |
| I keep the walking on the right side | |
| But i won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong | |
| Cuz that's how he wants to be | |
| No difference, see | |
| I wanna be like the name of this song i am | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I am posdnous | |
| I be the new generation of slaves | |
| Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
| The pile of revenue i create | |
| But i guess i don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late | |
| The deeds of a natural | |
| Are seeds that are no longer planted | |
| So the famine in the mind is strong | |
| Tactics of another plane is now proven sane | |
| Sane enough to let you know from within this song | |
| I stabilize many cableized viewers | |
| So my occupation's known | |
| But not why i occupy | |
| And that is to bring the peace | |
| Not in the flower but the as-salaam alaikum in the third i am |
| zuo ci : Davis, Davis B., Gordy ... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I am posdnous | |
| I be the new generation of slaves | |
| Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
| The pile of revenue i create | |
| But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
| Product of a north carolina cat | |
| Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named hattie | |
| Who departed life just a little too soon | |
| And didn' t see me grab the plug tune fame | |
| As we go a little somethin' like this | |
| Look ma, no protection | |
| Now i got a daughter named ayana monay | |
| And i can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough | |
| So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay | |
| I am an early bird but the feathers are black | |
| So the apples that i catch are usually all worms | |
| But it' s a must to decipher one' s queen | |
| From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ | |
| I cherish the twilight | |
| I maximize, my soul is the right size | |
| I watch for the power to run out on the moon | |
| and that' ll be sometime soon | |
| Faker than a fist of kids | |
| Speakin that they' re black | |
| When they' re just niggas trying to be greek | |
| Or some tongues who lied | |
| And said " we' ll be natives to the end" | |
| Nowadays we don' t even speak | |
| I guess we got our own life to live | |
| Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? | |
| Every now and then i step to the now | |
| For now i see back then i might have acted like a fool | |
| Now i won' t apologize for it | |
| This is not a bunch of bradys | |
| But a bunch of black man' s pride | |
| Yet i can safely say | |
| I' ve never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside | |
| I' ve always walked the right side of the road | |
| If i wasn' t making song i wouldn' t be a thug selling drugs | |
| But a man with a plan | |
| And if i was a rug cleaner | |
| Betcha pos' d have the cleanest rugs i am. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The plug two brand with the flavour | |
| In the flute watch the sniffin' | |
| So a sack of shows in demand | |
| I read the diction from the second page | |
| I got the onetwo gauge | |
| Baritone to the izm fan | |
| Trees fall so i can play ground with my ink | |
| So let me need ya to my ems go | |
| I push the infinite and carry it | |
| My carrier' s the three over one | |
| So my pluggins already know | |
| Lick shots with moo | |
| Catch the boo | |
| From a ghost in the heckling crowd | |
| If i give a foot | |
| Jack ville caught a spill | |
| When a still came from my mouth | |
| I brought a head down south | |
| I don' t check for the noose and the neck | |
| So i never tell my ems | |
| That finesse is knocking at my door | |
| I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun | |
| And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore | |
| I bring the element h with the 2 | |
| So ya owe me what' s coming when i' m raining on your new parade | |
| It' s just mind over matter | |
| And what matters is | |
| That the mind isn' t guided by the punished shade | |
| I keep the walking on the right side | |
| But i won' t judge the next who handles walking on the wrong | |
| Cuz that' s how he wants to be | |
| No difference, see | |
| I wanna be like the name of this song i am | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I am posdnous | |
| I be the new generation of slaves | |
| Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
| The pile of revenue i create | |
| But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
| The deeds of a natural | |
| Are seeds that are no longer planted | |
| So the famine in the mind is strong | |
| Tactics of another plane is now proven sane | |
| Sane enough to let you know from within this song | |
| I stabilize many cableized viewers | |
| So my occupation' s known | |
| But not why i occupy | |
| And that is to bring the peace | |
| Not in the flower but the assalaam alaikum in the third i am |
| zuò cí : Davis, Davis B., Gordy ... | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I am posdnous | |
| I be the new generation of slaves | |
| Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
| The pile of revenue i create | |
| But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
| Product of a north carolina cat | |
| Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named hattie | |
| Who departed life just a little too soon | |
| And didn' t see me grab the plug tune fame | |
| As we go a little somethin' like this | |
| Look ma, no protection | |
| Now i got a daughter named ayana monay | |
| And i can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough | |
| So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay | |
| I am an early bird but the feathers are black | |
| So the apples that i catch are usually all worms | |
| But it' s a must to decipher one' s queen | |
| From a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ | |
| I cherish the twilight | |
| I maximize, my soul is the right size | |
| I watch for the power to run out on the moon | |
| and that' ll be sometime soon | |
| Faker than a fist of kids | |
| Speakin that they' re black | |
| When they' re just niggas trying to be greek | |
| Or some tongues who lied | |
| And said " we' ll be natives to the end" | |
| Nowadays we don' t even speak | |
| I guess we got our own life to live | |
| Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? | |
| Every now and then i step to the now | |
| For now i see back then i might have acted like a fool | |
| Now i won' t apologize for it | |
| This is not a bunch of bradys | |
| But a bunch of black man' s pride | |
| Yet i can safely say | |
| I' ve never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside | |
| I' ve always walked the right side of the road | |
| If i wasn' t making song i wouldn' t be a thug selling drugs | |
| But a man with a plan | |
| And if i was a rug cleaner | |
| Betcha pos' d have the cleanest rugs i am. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The plug two brand with the flavour | |
| In the flute watch the sniffin' | |
| So a sack of shows in demand | |
| I read the diction from the second page | |
| I got the onetwo gauge | |
| Baritone to the izm fan | |
| Trees fall so i can play ground with my ink | |
| So let me need ya to my ems go | |
| I push the infinite and carry it | |
| My carrier' s the three over one | |
| So my pluggins already know | |
| Lick shots with moo | |
| Catch the boo | |
| From a ghost in the heckling crowd | |
| If i give a foot | |
| Jack ville caught a spill | |
| When a still came from my mouth | |
| I brought a head down south | |
| I don' t check for the noose and the neck | |
| So i never tell my ems | |
| That finesse is knocking at my door | |
| I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun | |
| And dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore | |
| I bring the element h with the 2 | |
| So ya owe me what' s coming when i' m raining on your new parade | |
| It' s just mind over matter | |
| And what matters is | |
| That the mind isn' t guided by the punished shade | |
| I keep the walking on the right side | |
| But i won' t judge the next who handles walking on the wrong | |
| Cuz that' s how he wants to be | |
| No difference, see | |
| I wanna be like the name of this song i am | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I am posdnous | |
| I be the new generation of slaves | |
| Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes | |
| The pile of revenue i create | |
| But i guess i don' t get a cut cuz my rent' s a month late | |
| The deeds of a natural | |
| Are seeds that are no longer planted | |
| So the famine in the mind is strong | |
| Tactics of another plane is now proven sane | |
| Sane enough to let you know from within this song | |
| I stabilize many cableized viewers | |
| So my occupation' s known | |
| But not why i occupy | |
| And that is to bring the peace | |
| Not in the flower but the assalaam alaikum in the third i am |
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