[00:00.000] 作词 : 那个谁
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 那个谁
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 那个谁
[00:13.059]yeah
[00:22.947]Back to 1999 back to streets
[00:25.767]Back to when chaos and revolution meets
[00:28.457]Back to the time we express with text and the beats
[00:31.699]we express our sh* the same not by tweets
[00:34.795]God I wish I was cowboy in the West
[00:37.741]got a bad ass revolver a life full of mess
[00:40.744]I poured Hennessy
[00:41.813]tat the names of my enemies right next to a bullet scar here by my chest
[00:46.992]I don't have to lie another lie just to make my f*cking point
[00:50.352]I could die without a zipped tie without a f*cking coin
[00:53.569]I could die for a great cause or I could die easy
[00:56.633]I could die in a bar fight over a drink
[00:59.675]Prolly got drunk when I went through these rhymes
[01:02.564]But back to any time sh* won't change my mind
[01:05.641]I don't really wanna care about how to be like slim shady
[01:08.710]don't want the fame in the rap game you can take it
[01:11.228]Like I ain't got enough to worry
[01:13.097]about the money about the glory
[01:14.445]Had to hurt and left some fellas
[01:15.801]on the way and I'm sorry
[01:17.716]that's just the story I told
[01:19.688]not the life I lived just the fantasies I stole
[01:22.205]which I cherish like gold
[01:23.829]won't give it up even though
[01:25.753]This life drives me crazy Like a comedian
[01:28.853]Like someone say his prayers
[01:31.101]GOD just doesn't call him back
[01:32.785]luck doesn't answer nothing
[01:34.410]even though it's all they had
[01:47.532]Man I'm reaching nineteen
[01:49.437]gotta find me a key to untie me
[01:50.730]Remind me all the pain and roll the dices
[01:53.021]I'm not gonna die yet
[01:54.365]Cuz I hate the paradises
[01:56.061]I'm murdering the beats
[01:57.502]like I got a killer license
[01:58.970]Plus I don't need you to tell me what sacrifice is
[02:01.931]It's getting hard to play nice in a world full of vices
[02:04.957]But the truth is There's some of us who just hate the silence
[02:06.945]We keep spitting and flipping the finger
[02:10.453]when we hear the sound of those sirens
[02:12.086]sometimes I miss the old me
[02:14.226]Thhinking they should gimme a trophy
[02:15.880]so I could stop feeling like a phony
[02:17.379]telling myself I'm fine even though I'm not
[02:19.250]telling my fortune from folded cards
[02:20.925]Trynna get cozy Like Goldilock
[02:22.373]dreaming of grand limousine nah
[02:23.799]I stepped in trynna know hiphop
[02:25.575]But lotta those doesn't even know it not
[02:26.797]I trynna spread love and peace now I have to pick up a loaded gun
[02:29.907]I'm gonna take a shot through every single one
[02:32.803]who takes the name of MC and put dirt on this mother*cking culture
[02:36.141]I'll put em to a closure cuz we need a little exposure
[02:39.413]I'm feel like a soldier
[02:40.945]My loyalty to the one and only faith
[02:44.306]for a better place not to a stupid authority
[02:46.450]pre-narrated posture that we were forced to foster
[02:49.689]But what do I know
[02:52.352]I'm just a nobody
[02:53.480]who got tired from those tortures
[02:54.450]got tired of those posters
[02:55.974]but I'm nobody
[02:57.402]so again I put my pistol back to the holster
作词 : 那个谁
作曲 : 那个谁
编曲 : 那个谁
yeah
Back to 1999 back to streets
Back to when chaos and revolution meets
Back to the time we express with text and the beats
we express our sh* the same not by tweets
God I wish I was cowboy in the West
got a bad ass revolver a life full of mess
I poured Hennessy
tat the names of my enemies right next to a bullet scar here by my chest
I don't have to lie another lie just to make my f*cking point
I could die without a zipped tie without a f*cking coin
I could die for a great cause or I could die easy
I could die in a bar fight over a drink
Prolly got drunk when I went through these rhymes
But back to any time sh* won't change my mind
I don't really wanna care about how to be like slim shady
don't want the fame in the rap game you can take it
Like I ain't got enough to worry
about the money about the glory
Had to hurt and left some fellas
on the way and I'm sorry
that's just the story I told
not the life I lived just the fantasies I stole
which I cherish like gold
won't give it up even though
This life drives me crazy Like a comedian
Like someone say his prayers
GOD just doesn't call him back
luck doesn't answer nothing
even though it's all they had
Man I'm reaching nineteen
gotta find me a key to untie me
Remind me all the pain and roll the dices
I'm not gonna die yet
Cuz I hate the paradises
I'm murdering the beats
like I got a killer license
Plus I don't need you to tell me what sacrifice is
It's getting hard to play nice in a world full of vices
But the truth is There's some of us who just hate the silence
We keep spitting and flipping the finger
when we hear the sound of those sirens
sometimes I miss the old me
Thhinking they should gimme a trophy
so I could stop feeling like a phony
telling myself I'm fine even though I'm not
telling my fortune from folded cards
Trynna get cozy Like Goldilock
dreaming of grand limousine nah
I stepped in trynna know hiphop
But lotta those doesn't even know it not
I trynna spread love and peace now I have to pick up a loaded gun
I'm gonna take a shot through every single one
who takes the name of MC and put dirt on this mother*cking culture
I'll put em to a closure cuz we need a little exposure
I'm feel like a soldier
My loyalty to the one and only faith
for a better place not to a stupid authority
pre-narrated posture that we were forced to foster
But what do I know
I'm just a nobody
who got tired from those tortures
got tired of those posters
but I'm nobody
so again I put my pistol back to the holster