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【 Blue Scholars 】【 英文 】【 2005 】

1.Blue School
2.Bruise Brothers
3.Burnt Offering
4.Solstice: Reintroduction



1.Blue School (修改)

Microphone check, microphone check

I'm a blue scholar worker studying the art of labor to create
Flavor to relate to listeners, alleviate the danger associated with strangers
Isn't it strange how we estrange ourselves from our neighbor?
Enables us through music to connect, releasing fluids in our neck
With the rhythmic forward movement of our heads and back again
Indeed as we succeed the pioneers
Maybe give back all that we've been taking through the years
I bleed, for what I believe to be the truth,
nurturing the seed planted in the fertile youth
The poetry, hangin' from the branches be the fruit
Pluck the most succulent, and suck upon the juice
So what's up with you, frequently they ask
Been hibernating writin' till the last page cypherin' the past days by
Bypassing the lies and the bullshit
Get up off the mic, and save it for the pulpit

In the blue school, class is in session
Ask us a question, cause class is in session
(Repeat x4)

I'm an exile, motherland stepchild,
metropolis dwellin' middle America's prisoner of war
Combat the paper till the blankness is gone
Listen now, talk about the beat after the song
Astronomical, cause that is just a modest measurement
Of my ability to represent my family correct because I be about it,
Ain't no other way to say it
discovered my potential when I stayed late to tape it
in the basement with an ancient karaoke stereo in lieu of a studio,
we made do with everythin' layin around,
and if I'm not mistaken isn't that improvisation what hip-hop is all about
if you poppin at the lip then I will sock you in the mouth
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sonically to render you the opposite of loud
apology accepted in advance, I think it's kinda cool at one point
that you thought you had a chance

In the blue school, class is in session
Ask us a question, cause class is in session
(Repeat x4)

A veteran's fate written on pages of mixed tapes
I'm all about a government that citizens dictate
Sick of fuckin' dealin' with the president's mistakes
To sit back and rant is just misplaced anger
So I cradle, pens, from now until the fable ends
Takin' friends for granted, but now I've got to make amends
Callin out the big talk small walkin' cowards
High above the ground yo we shakin down your towers
And demandin our money back, plus reimbursement
For parkin and shit, I put my heart in this shit
And all my arteries connect to the amplifier wire,
Music make the flames in my inner fire higher
I reinvent the language in the image of a dancer
Contorting where the floor becomes an answer
Blue school graduate dog, after this last verse
When the revolution comes we gonna shoot your ass first

In the blue school, class is in session
Ask us a question, cause class is in session
(Repeat x4)
..Class is in session. Ask us a question, give a suggestion, yo... strap for protection. Whatever you do
whatever you say, step up front. Be good at what you do.
At least be good at something. Writing, reading, producing, DJing, umm, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, something. Learn an art, a trade, be somebody.




2.Bruise Brothers (修改)

The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be,
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
I want to be the conduit movin' the music among the masses
Hit the spot rock upon sight like Medusa as the true surpass the wicked
Used to sneak in shows without a ticket
'Till I slowly got familiar with the local promoters
Hopin' to blow, focused on the open mic
Not claimin' to be the dopest I just want to be noticed
To find producers in the circuit to work with,
For certain it was hurtin' at first fuckin' with studio virgins
To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
Now performin our percussions
Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there
Payin' a fare, say it again said

The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
The blue is for the water and sky
In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
That the body isn't made to be timeless

The blue is for the ocean we cross to foreign lands
Where we work with our hands, and home is where we stand
Where the poetry swims, in the lunacy of moonshine light
Reflected right upon the surface of skin
Verses burst out the pen, like it hurt not to be written
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You immature amateur biters are copy kittens
In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic
Petty bourgeois pseudo revolutionary bullshit
Don't miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband
And incense, that won't make you free, fuck a bachelor's degree
I'd much rather defeat the evil thieves in my scenery
Seemingly detached
Indeed as we proceed to see the heathen meet his match
And everything not givin' up, we take it back
I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red
The blue is for the balance, yes and everything I said, I said

The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
The blue is for the water and sky
In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
That the body isn't made to be timeless

It isn't made to be timeless
This body, these hands, we work with
On the surface of skin, diggin' deeper
The blue is for the collar
The blue is for the water
The blue is... is everything
The blue is black
The blue is white
The blue is my own




3.Burnt Offering (修改)

(I don't know what to write… Oh well - Yo)

I offer nothing but the uncertain promise
That I'll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious
Not just another body in the battle for the soul
Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but
Man we're getting grown
Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even if they ain't been given their flesh
Their bones
Their homes or their names yet
I'm aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback
The change not mentioned by the government or nothing
The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit
I can't wait but when it comes, shit
It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with
It's nice when it rains sometime
Cleansing minds in my habitat
Imagine that I'm digging to find
What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights
Write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

Way back I used to call upon the Father often
I fought the devil last night and almost lost –
Now I'm drinking bottled water
Flushing out the toxins
Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin
Than I ever had
Every morning that I arrive
Is a night that I survive
Just to be alive – sipping chai
Listening to my favorite DJ
Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say
If they were written
With a needle
To the groove
Of a paper
Stylus to papyrus,
record to the player
It's more than just therapy or excessive energy
I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me
Spiritually, the view from up is not enough
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I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff
Redesigned, redefined what it meant to be divine
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

Our Father
my art is Heaven, hallowed be
The drums beating me and my tongue into submission
I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high
From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need
A brand new prayer to read
Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they're narrow as hell
Sometimes they be thinking that this heavens for sale
Worse than that, they still think God is a male
But
Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus
Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years
I began to question this Father Almighty
Made in His image but don't look nothing like me
But we be the children of the most high
Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time
Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine
Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I wear this skin to find the me inside of you
When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive
Sacrifice nights, Write to survive
Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors
Drinking from the bottle that was meant
For the message that was sent from the tired and the true
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do

I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
The least that I can do, do give thanks
to the most, the least that I can do
I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do
The least that I can do




4.Solstice: Reintroduction (修改)

We labored and debated while you waited for sabbatical
Bound to rock your body as we turned the party radical
I can see the game like the blind feel the pain
Both sides colliding with the concrete and rain
The Pacific Northwest take the spotlight now
My people, pump your fist like you're Manny Pacquiao
Manchild, with the wild style, right to be hostile,
Folks feelin' like a Rotweiler in a dog pound, forward
In this generation, triumphantly, even whack sound boy speakers couldn't muffle me
It's up to me and Sabzi to bring back the quality beats to rock the audience,
Between the politics I seek the knowledge that your colleges lack
Why'd we always used to come late to sit in the back and crack jokes
Instead of taking notes, wrote this line after line after school hit 'Play - Press Rewind'

Blue Scholars in the place to be, we got one DJ and one MC
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And that's it...

On the eve of the solstice I wrote this, focused on the singular purpose, to get rid of the curses that afflict us
We live what you only see in pictures, the biggest hypocrites usually quote the most scriptures
But my approach is a diligent task, and rockin' shows pro bono is a thing of the past
Dr. King said 'Freedom at last' and some interpreted that to mean we've come to the end of the path
But instead the long march hasn't even begun, y'all, political power manifests once the guns drawn
Write like shit'll pop off with one song, watch what I feed to my seed and keep my son strong
And on and on the anonymous work, and an honest compensations all they ask in return
It's the passion that burns within, let's begin, my philosophy to win is calling me to spit this shit...

Blue Scholars in the place to be, we got one DJ and one MC
And that's it...

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