Jonny 5 & Yak — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Onomatopoeia
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Paroles
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia
The beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
So COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
«No Justice, No Peace» is the onomatopoeia
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia
The beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
So COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
«No Justice, No Peace» is the onomatopoeia
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia
The beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
So COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
«No Justice, No Peace» is the onomatopoeia
Well, anyway, somehow, hip-hop's no fun now
It’s all been done now, so I stall my puns (wow)
But then I recall my one vow is to bust this
Bubble of injustice subtly, what’ll we muddle up
If we bum rush this plush system?
I’m good if we crush this one
Puddles of blood’ll be the rebuttal
I stood in the huddle, but would I risk lung trouble?
Could I lift guns that’ll take lives?
'Cause there isn’t a stunt double or a fake knife
Should I just run, cuddle up with a great wife
And make life erotically perpetuating paradise on the late night?
Melodically, US invading places like we gotta key to every door
The people never see the war
When they plan to slaughter smaller villages
Killing woman to man to daughter
All of us’d really feel ill if we knew
Who we hand a lot of our dollars
So my soliloquy is bananas, like Guatemala
Hands off, Assata
While ya’ll feast in the belly of the hairy beast
Somebody better free Mumia, at the very least
Release Leonard Peltier
Try to keep the peace by yourself
Where can we police the police?
East Timorese, healthcare fees increased
I wonder how it felt there
When bombs scorched the nation?
With Tomahawk contracts from Textron
Checks for the next welfare mom corporation
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia
The beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
So COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
«No Justice, No Peace» is the onomatopoeia
Drugs are really expensive
Drug availability reflects extensive
Dependence, and real educated descendants
Are able to respect even deadbeat’s amendments
Racist enforcement deployed aggressively
RED-blooded Americans react excessively
Directly attacking recreation
Eventually destroying a relatively elementary
Drive to alter reality
Essentially dimension advancement
Radical enhancement
Dangers are real, especially
Drinking alcohol, right?
Except it’s distinctly all right
Elite declared appropriate
Rationalized, enjoyable dope and Ritalin
Employable dose after red-eyed dose
Aboriginal religions each denote
A reincarnation, exploration
Done again, reexperience elation
Drug abuser reincarceration
Efforts don’t allow for rehabilitation
Effect: Does anybody real expect
Dealers are responsible exclusively?
Deep-seated apathy reflects existing dissatisfaction
Another reclusive DA readily eradicates
Dramatic ads ridiculously exaggerate
Drugs aren’t restricted evenly
End the War on Drugs immediately
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia
The beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
So COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
«No Justice, No Peace» is the onomatopoeia
«No Justice, No Peace» is one tough phrase
In an unjust world, living unjust days
Must gray guns delay stuff from bloomin'
What’s the way you can trust to stay human?
Cracks in the street, a crease in the sky
It might spell doom, but at least I try
To keep gloom from whomever
'Til the whole thing’s boomin', zoomin'
On in to my blue piece of pie
I have it, and eat it, too. I need it to
Inspire to me to watch, stay seated through
The whole fractal
Stay on track 'til the end
Treat moments like eternity, learnin' that time bends
Find tens of tendencies in friends
And plenty of these blend with trends
I see in many of my enemies
«By any means necessary»
That’s convincing
If you want a house you break the wood fence
But believin' in God doesn’t make good sense
So why listen to the words of a madman?
«--If we’re wrong, why don’t you arrest us?
--Why don’t you get out in front of the camera and go on?
--It's not a matter of being in front of the camera
It’s a matter of facing your sheriff and facing your judge
We’re willing to be beaten for democracy!!»
When he turned the other cheek
He’d never seen such fiest
Can’t wait for peace
He’s a fool for Christ
Looking back through the last two millenniums of similar minds
And life’s not fair but they’re kind
Waiting for justice is just too gradual
My natural sound’s got to be more radical:
10,000 pacifists-- top rank
Is a lunatic starin' down a tank
East Timorese, Guatemala and Mumia
The beast seems to reach where they’ve got a wallet full of wealth
So COINTELPRO police goin' to hell
«No Justice, No Peace» is the onomatopoeia
Traduction des paroles
Timorais, Guatemala et Mumia
La bête semble atteindre où ils ont un portefeuille plein de richesse
Alors la police de COINTELPRO va en enfer
"Pas de Justice, pas de paix" est l'onomatopée
Timorais, Guatemala et Mumia
La bête semble atteindre où ils ont un portefeuille plein de richesse
Alors la police de COINTELPRO va en enfer
"Pas de Justice, pas de paix" est l'onomatopée
Timorais, Guatemala et Mumia
La bête semble atteindre où ils ont un portefeuille plein de richesse
Alors la police de COINTELPRO va en enfer
"Pas de Justice, pas de paix" est l'onomatopée
De toute façon, le hip-hop n'est plus amusant maintenant
Tout a été fait maintenant, alors je bloque mes jeux de mots (wow)
Mais je me souviens que mon seul vœu est de casser cela
Bulle d'injustice subtilement, qu'allons-nous embrouiller
Si nous bum rush ce système en peluche?
Je suis bon si nous écrasons celui ci
Des flaques de sang seront la réfutation
J'étais dans le groupe, mais risquerais-je des problèmes pulmonaires?
Puis-je soulever des armes qui prendront des vies?
Parce qu'il n'y a pas un double cascadeur ou un faux couteau
Devrais-je juste courir, câliner avec une grande femme
Et rendre la vie perpétuant érotiquement le paradis tard dans la nuit?
Mélodiquement, nous envahissons des endroits comme nous devons clé à chaque porte
Les gens ne voient jamais la guerre
Quand ils prévoient d'abattre des villages plus petits
Tuer femme à homme à fille
Nous nous sentirions tous vraiment mal si nous savions
Qui nous remettons beaucoup de nos dollars
Donc, mon soliloque est des bananes, comme le Guatemala
Mains, Assata
Pendant que tu te régaleras dans le ventre de la bête poilue
Quelqu'un ferait mieux de libérer Mumia, à tout le moins
Relâchez Leonard Peltier
Essayez de garder la paix par vous-même
Où pouvons-nous surveiller la police?
Timorais de l'est, les frais de santé ont augmenté
Je me demande comment il se sentait là bas
Quand les bombes ont brûlé la nation?
Avec Tomahawk contrats de Textron
Chèques pour la prochaine société mère de bien-être
Timorais, Guatemala et Mumia
La bête semble atteindre où ils ont un portefeuille plein de richesse
Alors la police de COINTELPRO va en enfer