Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beat Street, artist - Melle Mel.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Beat Street |
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! |
Hip Hop! |
Beat Street |
The king of the beat |
You see him rocking that beat from across the street |
And Huh Huh! |
Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can’t let the Streets beat you! |
Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life |
you give |
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you’d paint a better place to live |
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and |
harmony |
And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! |
I never knew art til I saw your face and there’ll never be one to take your |
place |
€˜Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can |
Michelangelo’s soul controls your hand |
Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head |
Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d’ya have to die so soon? |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it’s all thy must |
€˜Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the |
living eye, Huh! |
The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left |
behind |
In love and alone, but now you’re dead, and she still can’t get you out of her |
head, Huh! |
More tears fall for all you’ve done, trying to be a good father to your only son |
But now who’s gonna make sure that he’s fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof |
overhead? |
Tell me who’s gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the |
islands genes? |
When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from |
seeing |
Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, |
bricks of concrete |
The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part |
in that party |
I’m hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the |
neon light |
You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh! |
You gotta make something outta nothing at all |
I’m sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can’t do |
graffiti in school |
They can’t be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick |
wall |
The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser |
than me |
You’re the soul of the brother who won’t come back |
Who died in my arms on the railroad track |
€˜Cause I’m caught in the rat race, looking for my own space |
There’s gotta be a better place for you and me |
There’s pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye |
Some people gotta die just to be free |
You search for justice and what do you find? |
You find just us on the unemployment line |
You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk |
There’s no justice, there’s Huh, just us, Ha! |
Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls |
A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at |
all |
So after this there’ll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain |
No more chump change, none of that bull |
Just movies, museums and the hall of fame |
So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let’s take it to the top where we belong |
€˜Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here |
Everybody let’s sing along, now c’mon, say ‘Ho!' |
(‘Ho!'), Say ‘Ho! |
' (‘Ho!') |
And to let me know I’m rocking the microphone everybody say ‘Ramo!' |
(‘Ramo! |
€˜Ramo!' |
(‘Ramo!') |
Raah! |
A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say ‘Man destroys Man!' |
Extra! |
Extra! |
Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would |
lose |
The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught |
on fire |
The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble |
The game that left the whole world in shambles |
The cheats, the lies, the alibis |
And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies |
Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh? |
The president just forgot about Earth |
Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions |
The cost of weapons ran into zillions |
There’s gold in the street, and diamonds under feet |
And the children in Africa don’t even eat |
Flies on their faces, they’re living like mice |
And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh! |
The water tastes funny, it’s forever too sunny |
And they work all month and don’t make no money |
A fight for power, a nuclear shower |
And people shout out in the darkest hour |
Of sights unseen and voices unheard |
And finally the bomb gets the last word |
Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews |
And everybody’s bodies are used and abused, Huh! |
Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted |
Superiority complex is deep rooted |
Leeches and lice’s, and people got prices |
Egomaniacs control the self-righteous |
Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure |
So the revelation of death is our cure |
Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan |
Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin |
Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran |
Mixed with the blood of the weaker man |
The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error |
And now they can’t even look in the mirror |
€˜Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher |
And that’s the reason why we got to get tougher |
To learn from the past and work for the future |
And don’t be a slave to no computer |
€˜Cause the Children of Man inherits the land |
And the future of the world is in your hands |
So just throw your hands in the air |
And wave ‘em like you just don’t care |
And if you believe that you’re the future |
Scream it out and say ‘Oh yeah!' |
(‘Oh yeah!') |
€˜Oh yeah!' |
(‘Oh yeah!') |
Raah! |
Beat Street Breakdown |
Raah! |
Hip Hop! |