Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something In The Way Of Things (In Town), artist - The Roots. Album song Phrenology, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
Something In The Way Of Things (In Town) |
Something in the way of things |
Something that will quit and won’t start |
Something you know but can’t stand |
Can’t know get along with |
Like death |
Riding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cue |
Something entirely fictitious and true |
That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways |
Like they were yourself passing yourself not smiling |
The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss |
I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate |
I know things you know and nothing you don’t know |
'cept I saw something in the way of things |
Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? |
Was it so funny it followed me down the street |
Greeting everybody like the good humor man |
But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice cream |
It was like dat |
Me talking across people into the houses |
And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picks |
You could see them |
But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral |
Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auction |
And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth |
Remember Steppen Fetchit |
Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed |
An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling |
With the ice pick high off his head |
Made ya laugh anyway |
I can see something in the way of our selves |
I can see something in the way of our selves |
That’s why I say the things I do, you know it |
But its something else to you |
Like that job |
This morning when you got there and it was quiet |
And the machines were yearning soft behind you |
Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life |
Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and troubled |
My mistake is I kept sayin' «that was proof that God didn’t exist» |
And you told me, «nah, it was proof that the devil do» |
But still, its like I see something I hear things |
I saw words in the white boy’s lying rag |
said he was gonna die poor and frustrated |
That them dreams walk which you 'cross town |
S’gonna die from over work |
There’s garbage on the street that’s tellin' you you ain’t shit |
And you almost believe it |
Broke and mistaken all the time |
You know some of the words but they ain’t the right ones |
Your cable back on but ain’t nothin' you can see |
But I see something in the way of things |
Something to make us stumble |
Something get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadness |
I see something and feel something stalking us |
Like and ugly thing floating at our back calling us names |
You see it and hear it too |
But you say it got a right to exist just like you and if God made it |
But then we got to argue |
And the light gon' come down around us |
Even though we remember where the (light or mic) is |
Remember the Negro squinting at us through the cage |
You seen what I see too? |
The smile that ain’t a smile but teeth flying against our necks |
You see something too but can’t call its name |
Ain’t it too bad y’all said |
Ain’t it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his motha |
Always say good morning to everybody on his way to work |
But that last time before he got locked up and hurt, real bad |
I seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn’t smiling |
And he didn’t even say hello |
But I knew he’d seen something |
Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in will |
And he kept marching faster and faster away from us |
And never even muttered a word |
Then the next day he was gone |
You wanna know what |
You wanna know what I’m talkin' about |
Sayin' «I seen something in the way of things» |
And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him away |
The is? |
in that face and remember now, remember all them other faces |
And all the many places you’ve seen him or the sister with his child |
Wandering up the street |
Remember what you seen in your own mirror and didn’t for a second recognize |
The face, your own face |
Straining to get out from behind the glass |
Open your mouth like you was gon' say somethin' |
Close your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like |
Now, don’t you see something else |
Something cold and ugly |
Not invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man |
Squatting by the drug store at the corner |
With is head resting uneasily on his folded arms |
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with |
And in my eyes too |
A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black bird |
Wit his ass on fire |
Or the solomNOTness of where we go to know we gonna be happy |
I seen something |
I SEEN something |
And you seen it too |
You seen it too |
You just can’t call it’s name name name name name name name |