Представляем точный текст композиции "Bottle Of Humans" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sole . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Bottle Of Humans» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sole передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sole - "Bottle Of Humans"
Lyrics to Bottle Of Humans : [Chorus] Ive been so many places In my life and time Yes, Ive sung a lot of songs Ive made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back Every second page is anthem Perfected writ mood In the perfect world I set the perfect mood And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia My scientist fiction, I kick space raps thats down to Earth and The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Cant say that Im ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Cant exist outside the bottle, youll crack under pressure No aggression, why theyve got to learn, if they dont things wont get any better Listenin to God burn objects of animal animating in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit Walking the surface of my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone heres a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But its not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go dont belong Im known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, Im so East, well then why did I end up on the West''' Dont wanna sacrifice my cadence, and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc. ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement So when the chain still smells like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle, run up the damsels Take em to the river, now we can spawn This aint premillenium tension, its the result of too much free time, On dusty fingers, and itll be a wonderful ride A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood To live and die a thousand times [Chorus] Ever been to Hell' This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments The infrastructure is dead Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin for forgiveness, no beggin No degrading anybody, everybodys in the alleyway for the Sole cast ''' watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones This isnt spoken word, its the reinvention of Sugar Hill Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips And this is Sole, and were makin love right now, so I dont need to take her to the hotel This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh Its like these are groupies, Im a mammal, my whole lifes a freestyle set The Earths an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, Ill probably dead Its been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow Now my cultures pierced, by the greatest accountance Ive ever known Its nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain, So emcees I aint feeling you, if I dont know your real name Hip-hop aint dead, the industrys just wack, and hip-hop is a thoroughfare Keep your sights set What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors' Im still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga Its springtime were the centaurs and people in grass skirts This is the verge, the melting point When your favorite emcees cant be lazy anymore This is psychopath, this is psych rap With violence, violence My life is stranded on an island with no food and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left No, this is gangsta rap and my shirts unbuttoned Were stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights choppin up keys to break the floodgates Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I dont know when to shut up Or maybe this is turntable music, scratch the Is and Ill scratch yours Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say Dont take anything literal, out-of-context, just take it for what it is If you want labels, we can divide, Ill still be strong Bottom line its all art (This is a good and a bad song) [Chorus] [ Bottle Of Humans Lyrics ]
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