Letra de Sideline Speech de Mars Ill
Letras de Mars Ill
Letra de Sideline Speech
(Verse #1, manchild)
I got these blind musicians watching me listen to their songs/
And I think theyre catching on theres a chance that I might not belong/
They got it wrong behind the rabid barks for justice/
Where you can support the cause from where the movement never touches/
Dearly beloved, I can see the devastation so clearly/
And the night sky protects me when Im running with the moon/
I wanna help the lepers, I just dont want their sickness near me/
I guess if you cant sing the song, you can try to hum the tune/
I got these dues Im paying and I guess Im almost even/
When I was stepping to the A.M., I could have sworn I caught yall sleeping/
I rhyme for a reason beyond the regional limits that block them/
My double-sided tongue is sharp and it cant be boxed in/
Theyre caught between some rock/rap fusion garbage/
And a hard place to taste the truth and everybody makes do/
HEY YOU! Yeah, Im sorry, you dont get to play today/
But after my crew wins the game, you can soak the coach with Gatorade/
Its safe to say youre a ways away from the action/
Your image is imaginary and this song is love-tapping you on the shoulder/
And asking, Is this what you had planned?/
While Im slapping em senseless, you can feel free to bystand
(Hook)
Cant really see from the cheap seats. Cant hear unless you listen/
Cant get on the field and play if you dont got the right equipment/
Cant hear what youre saying unless you step up to the mic/
Wanna see life? Well this is what it looks like/
Cant see from the cheap seats. Cant hear unless you listen/
Cant get on the field and play if you dont got the right equipment/
Cant hear what youre saying unless you step up to the mic/
Wanna see life? Well this is what it sounds like
(Verse #2, manchild)
Conspiracy theorist backpackers, you dont have to run any faster/
The governments not really after you, kiddo, youre just a rapper/
But slave masters to exist, so point at them and wave your fist/
Medias agenda becomes the mark on your head and plus your wrist/
This is just in case you doubted that Mars ILL was about it/
We linked with Bigg Justoleum for this public service announcement/
You are not your outfit or the car that you drive/
Commercials keep you needing what you dont really need to survive/
You grow sedated, addicted to a lifestyle/
Planned parents become barren, juggling a choice and a child/
Of course its a trial to speak loud and walk straight/
Ive found a voice is a terrible thing to waste/
Wake Up! Take up your cross-section of the populace and follow/
Youre not promised tomorrow/
So just move, move, we cant stop speaking until they all know/
Were not promised tomorrow
(Hook)
(Verse #3, Bigg Jus)
Seminal mimicry trickery gloomy cavalry garrisons/
Who battle charlatans who love night targeting/
The faintest comparison imbalancement crucially embarrassing/
So woefully inadequate/
Staring at other rhyme ancient and tailored so massive/
Armchair quarterback chemical ali HAZMAT/
Youre just a little boy in a bubble with unrealistic dreams of a rap body double/
And rhyming as a meal-ticket/
Thats why this culture got you lovesick/
Born word eternal, life orbit, Keebler elf timing/
Couldnt even flow on beat if the kick and snares were color coded/
With dreams of a new bullet-proof 7 all dubs and silvery/
But you lack any bass in your voice, cadence or delivery/
And theres already been two Agatha Christie unsolved rapper murder mysteries/
Dont let the sharks smell the bloody chum in the water/
And start a feeding frenzy/
Sometimes I feeling like Im in an underground purgatory/
Trapped between materialistic playa gunfire/
And suburban nerdy voice, funny voice falsetto/
War prone with a howitzer patrolling the 33rd parallel rhyming no fly zones/
With homeland security all tainted and corrupted/
If you aint coming with that 88 Daddy Kane R-A-W/
Like it was on the eve of destruction/
Trust me, dont even touch it/
Or get left on the side of the road and circled by buzzards/
Or fossilized in some tar pit/
We call it craps now they be triple and doubling it/
Ever since Tupacs style gave birth to quintuplets/
Biting is not a birthright, you starry eyed chipmunk/
Gazing in the 18-wheeler headlights, waiting for the collision/
Soccer-mommy waste of battle ammunition/
So younguns, we lop em off earlier than circumcision/
Stay hidden, Jiminy Crickets and all is forgiven/
This was craft worked at Dusts crib/
Then manchild slid to haunted gorilla silver back mountain lion of Judah/
These bear paws hide zirconium claws made for pouncing/
Even though I dont eat meat anymore/
Its just order of selection prototype/
MCs look tasty like melon, tofu and curry rice. Mmmmmm/
Succulent with the slightest hint of lime/
Way up in the nosebleed seats with torn ACLs on the sidelines/
Coming rougher than one time with colorful things that go bump in the night/
And magical 180 reverse suplex clotheslines/
You need to slow down and think twice/
You aint a risk taker with the flow. Youre a risk taker with your life
(Hook)
I got these blind musicians watching me listen to their songs/
And I think theyre catching on theres a chance that I might not belong/
They got it wrong behind the rabid barks for justice/
Where you can support the cause from where the movement never touches/
Dearly beloved, I can see the devastation so clearly/
And the night sky protects me when Im running with the moon/
I wanna help the lepers, I just dont want their sickness near me/
I guess if you cant sing the song, you can try to hum the tune/
I got these dues Im paying and I guess Im almost even/
When I was stepping to the A.M., I could have sworn I caught yall sleeping/
I rhyme for a reason beyond the regional limits that block them/
My double-sided tongue is sharp and it cant be boxed in/
Theyre caught between some rock/rap fusion garbage/
And a hard place to taste the truth and everybody makes do/
HEY YOU! Yeah, Im sorry, you dont get to play today/
But after my crew wins the game, you can soak the coach with Gatorade/
Its safe to say youre a ways away from the action/
Your image is imaginary and this song is love-tapping you on the shoulder/
And asking, Is this what you had planned?/
While Im slapping em senseless, you can feel free to bystand
(Hook)
Cant really see from the cheap seats. Cant hear unless you listen/
Cant get on the field and play if you dont got the right equipment/
Cant hear what youre saying unless you step up to the mic/
Wanna see life? Well this is what it looks like/
Cant see from the cheap seats. Cant hear unless you listen/
Cant get on the field and play if you dont got the right equipment/
Cant hear what youre saying unless you step up to the mic/
Wanna see life? Well this is what it sounds like
(Verse #2, manchild)
Conspiracy theorist backpackers, you dont have to run any faster/
The governments not really after you, kiddo, youre just a rapper/
But slave masters to exist, so point at them and wave your fist/
Medias agenda becomes the mark on your head and plus your wrist/
This is just in case you doubted that Mars ILL was about it/
We linked with Bigg Justoleum for this public service announcement/
You are not your outfit or the car that you drive/
Commercials keep you needing what you dont really need to survive/
You grow sedated, addicted to a lifestyle/
Planned parents become barren, juggling a choice and a child/
Of course its a trial to speak loud and walk straight/
Ive found a voice is a terrible thing to waste/
Wake Up! Take up your cross-section of the populace and follow/
Youre not promised tomorrow/
So just move, move, we cant stop speaking until they all know/
Were not promised tomorrow
(Hook)
(Verse #3, Bigg Jus)
Seminal mimicry trickery gloomy cavalry garrisons/
Who battle charlatans who love night targeting/
The faintest comparison imbalancement crucially embarrassing/
So woefully inadequate/
Staring at other rhyme ancient and tailored so massive/
Armchair quarterback chemical ali HAZMAT/
Youre just a little boy in a bubble with unrealistic dreams of a rap body double/
And rhyming as a meal-ticket/
Thats why this culture got you lovesick/
Born word eternal, life orbit, Keebler elf timing/
Couldnt even flow on beat if the kick and snares were color coded/
With dreams of a new bullet-proof 7 all dubs and silvery/
But you lack any bass in your voice, cadence or delivery/
And theres already been two Agatha Christie unsolved rapper murder mysteries/
Dont let the sharks smell the bloody chum in the water/
And start a feeding frenzy/
Sometimes I feeling like Im in an underground purgatory/
Trapped between materialistic playa gunfire/
And suburban nerdy voice, funny voice falsetto/
War prone with a howitzer patrolling the 33rd parallel rhyming no fly zones/
With homeland security all tainted and corrupted/
If you aint coming with that 88 Daddy Kane R-A-W/
Like it was on the eve of destruction/
Trust me, dont even touch it/
Or get left on the side of the road and circled by buzzards/
Or fossilized in some tar pit/
We call it craps now they be triple and doubling it/
Ever since Tupacs style gave birth to quintuplets/
Biting is not a birthright, you starry eyed chipmunk/
Gazing in the 18-wheeler headlights, waiting for the collision/
Soccer-mommy waste of battle ammunition/
So younguns, we lop em off earlier than circumcision/
Stay hidden, Jiminy Crickets and all is forgiven/
This was craft worked at Dusts crib/
Then manchild slid to haunted gorilla silver back mountain lion of Judah/
These bear paws hide zirconium claws made for pouncing/
Even though I dont eat meat anymore/
Its just order of selection prototype/
MCs look tasty like melon, tofu and curry rice. Mmmmmm/
Succulent with the slightest hint of lime/
Way up in the nosebleed seats with torn ACLs on the sidelines/
Coming rougher than one time with colorful things that go bump in the night/
And magical 180 reverse suplex clotheslines/
You need to slow down and think twice/
You aint a risk taker with the flow. Youre a risk taker with your life
(Hook)
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