Представляем точный текст композиции "Mr. Outsider" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Aceyalone . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Mr. Outsider» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Aceyalone передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Aceyalone - "Mr. Outsider"
Lyrics to Mr. Outsider : i am a universal soldier walkin in the path of the Math after the aftermath im a still be a soldier in americas blood bath look at it thru the wrath of a universal soldier you could never monitor my craft i am not a graft i am a original soldier walkin in the path of the Math now youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - is that right youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - uh huh youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - uh 1 2 youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - ooh well i scrapes the neighbourhoods lookin for odd jobs its hard livin like God in a world full of bobs john does and jacks joes and mary macks i guess babylon wasnt made for blacks now was it well it doesnt really matter does it cause it be dependin on the who what whys and the whereabouts and im a nigger that the world dont care about mr outsider its all about bein a fighter use the guide to open up your mind a little wider my mellow my ace movin from place to place all a nigger want is a taste working on the docks wearin a smock i clock in i clock out about 5 oclock i keeps a calm disposition so i wont arouse suspicion but then i know what youre wishin that you could put a bullet in my head plate w/out all that red tape and lead me straight to the grave youre either a slave or Jesus got you saved or you dont know how to behave but youre brave a mixed up African w/a fingerwave and the load aint gettin no lighter even though im in it to win it im still a outsider [chorus] well back in the days they told me hip hop pays so i says i strays aways from L.A.s average cause C.k-in and B.k-in* was bein a savage [*refering to Crips and Bloods maybe'] and M.C.-in and DJ-in was bringin the cabbage now it aint like a nigger talking hella late in the game im talkin 80 ace deuce nobody think about truce no Menace no Boys In The Hood no Juice it was more like Coolie High and niggers truly die like they do when i found out you got to choose your path i knew not red and blue the blackness is true my tactics was new thats when the practice grew and i flew i wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain from Los Angeles city of the big bang theory where everyone is leery now a whole mess of MCs fear me but its important everybody hear me as i tell you about the unwanted man who got blunted and took what he can and he ran from city to city and town to town bouncin around like hes about to blow the world up cause his minds not dormant anymore his doors ajar and his jars full of somethin else now everyone knows that scarecrows w/velcro hair aint real yeah but if your psyche is likely to be spilled aint no tellin youll be sailin across the seas like Magellan way out your range and since i dont speak greek stranger im a ('let me') give it to you in laymans terms so youll learn i paid the piper im gon pick the tune but i dont listen to music like that so youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - is that right youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - uh huh youre gettin outside yourself boy youre gettin outside yourself - uh 1 2 you better run and hide yourself boy cause you cant provide for self inside outside thats what doin it is all about right inside outside inside outside thats what doin it is all about now im a outsider but not like ponyboy im Aceyaloney boy and i transcend 'w/both hands in' and i transfer the answer from w/in and i strain and i gain the strength to bust a blood vessel as my dirty thoughts mudwrestle in my head muscle you got your lucky charm i know you believe in warlocks you better be keepin you door locked and bolted say praise the lord as i raise the sword and revolted psychological warfare for the holy smoke your last bowl-y your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly got a good old fashion passion for smashin what they built w/no guilt at full tilt at full speed at full blast comin full circle on that ass im the idealistic realistic mystic from the past that just gets more intelligent dont risk it im fast better get involved dont know how the world revolves and evolves and solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves now who kilt (killed) this lion' curiosity now whys the black man dyin' its an atrocity does history really repeat itself or is it phophecy' so until i leave my physical shell there aint no stoppin me cause i paid the piper im gon pick the tune but i dont listen to music like that so [chorus] [ Mr. Outsider Lyrics ]
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