Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sum Of Us, artist - Jurassic 5. Album song Power In Numbers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Interscope Geffen (A&M), Universal Music
Song language: English
Sum Of Us |
Sparkin' extreme spinach |
Watchin' your scene plumett |
If lyrics were green vomit |
My vocals would clean stomachs |
Addicts wean from it |
Where dreams and green run it |
The faces on money change like the host on Teen Sumit |
I’m close to being done with this industry’s cream driven |
Supreme livin', seein' more demons than Gene Simmons |
And mean fibbin' actors be adlibbin' |
Fakin' the funk and some of us naturally had rhythm |
Some of us act like they had women |
Gats in the abdomen back when the fact is them cats |
They didn’t have nuttin |
For certain I’m sure it’s fiction but for some |
The purest diction |
Insures their jurisdiction |
I’m kicking it up a level trying to stay in the red |
Some stay in the bed, zombie |
Like the Day of the Dead |
With decay in the head |
Playin' instead of stayin' ahead |
Steadily portrayin' celebs, delayin' the inevitable |
When some come round |
They run down when they touch ground |
They climb up the structures unsound |
Some of you like the way my words caress tracks |
While some of these politicians secretly suppress facts |
I’m sayin' through songs I write |
My wrongs I right |
If you wanna fight the power |
Get the power to fight |
Cuz some of us judge without knowing the man’s inner |
And some of us find fault in the sin and not the sinner |
Influential ideas |
Push pressure on my peers |
That’s why most of these brothers have short term careers |
You appear to be what’s happenin' |
For a year you crackin' |
One hitter quitter now you missin' in action |
With no satisfaction from the streets |
I only hear foolishness when you speak |
I repeat, my predecessor’s endeavor with pleasure |
Lock and load, explode and come better |
Hopin that generation X |
Be more wicked with the flex |
And not so quick to cash a check |
And disrespect, talkin' guns and sex |
Chasin' death, but end up gettin' layed to rest |
At your request |
You’re at the end of your line |
Out of your mind |
Idle women, weed and wine |
And shells for your nine |
The blind lead the blind |
Time after time |
When you rhyme for the shine |
Yo, I’m tellin' you to REBEL |
But dude, if you stale |
The 2na can tell |
Either you’re comin' to the party or you truant as hell |
Politicians ain’t got no problem puttin' you in the cell |
It’s like we rolled up a snowball and threw it in hell |
See some of us are looted with mail and suited to swell |
But still blind like you’re fluent in Braille |
Yo, I never can tell uh, why some make it or fail |
Speak it and spell overcome and still prevail |
We ripple the water frequently |
Blink if we show delinquency, please |
Human frequencies |
Have been diseased, A breeze ain’t what I’m feelin' |
Healin' is essential |
Mental aggrivation shows you what we’ve been through |
Yo, sign of the times influence the way I rhyme, man |
Pick up a nine and put down your picket sign, man |
Your life is worth way more than just some diamonds |
Without bling I still gleam |
Glisten and shine, man |