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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Black Market Militia]The Final Call |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Intro: Killah Priest] My lord, hear thy prayer ½ÅÀ̽ÿ©, ±âµµ¸¦ µé¾îÁÖ¼Ò¼ As we sit amongst our fathers.. ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁöµé »çÀÌ¿¡ ¾É¾Æ¼.. [Killah Priest] From black Israelites to a liberal life, young guy from prison ÈæÀÎ À̽º¶ó¿¤ ÀεéºÎÅÍ ÀÚÀ¯ÀÇ »î, °¨¿Á¿¡¼ ¿Â ÀþÀºÀ̱îÁö Fight the system, Muslim, Jews and Christian ü°è¿Í ½Î¿ö, À̽½¶÷±³µµ, À¯ÅÂÀΰú Å©¸®½ºÂù The hoodlum serving food in kitchens, politician, lawyer ºÎ¾ý¿¡¼ À½½ÄÀ» ´ëÁ¢ÇÏ´Â ¿©ÀÚ, Á¤Ä¡ÀÎ, º¯È£»ç Judges, destroy the brothers, amongst the youngsters ÀçÆÇ°ü, ÀþÀºÀÌµé »çÀÌ¿¡¼, ÇüÁ¦µéÀ» ÆÄ±«ÇØ Dumpster, project hallways, equal more graves ¾²·¹±âÅë, ºó¹Î°¡ÀÇ º¹µµ, ´õ ¸¹Àº ¹«´ýÀ» ¶æÇÏÁö Add it up, since the fourth grade, minus that, from the gun claps ´Ù ´õÇØ, 4Çг⠶§ºÎÅÍ, ÃѼºÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ±×°É »© Now divide that from the cats who ever slung crack, whoever done that ÀÌÁ¦ ÇÑ ¹øÀÌ¶óµµ ¸¶¾àÀ» ÇØº» À̵é·Î ±×°É ³ª´² To all races, faces and man, with holes in his hand ¸ðµç Á¾Á·, ¾ó±¼µé°ú »ç¶÷µéÀº, ¼Õ¿¡ ±¸¸ÛÀÌ ¶Õ·ÁÀÖ¾î He will even bracelets, or race our soul where we stand ±×´Â ÆÈÂ ¸ÂÃ߰ųª, ¼ÀÖ´Â ÀÚ¸®¿¡¼ ¿µÈ¥ÀÇ ´Þ¸®±â¸¦ ÇÏÁö My eyes, have seen hell, between jail, and bullet shells ³» ´«Àº, Áö¿ÁÀ» º¸¾Ò¾î, °¨¿Á°ú ÃÑź »çÀÌ¿¡¼ Heard some words from the both Bushes yell µÎ ¸íÀÇ Bush°¡ ¿ÜÄ¡´Â ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾ú¾î It ain't kill Saddam, we build the 'Nam ±×°Ç SaddamÀ» Á×À̶õ ¼Ò¸®°¡ ¾Æ³Ä, ¿ì¸° º£Æ®³²À» °Ç¼³ÇßÁö Close both palms, shut my eyes, then reply µÎ ¼Õ ¸ðµÎ ÁÖ¸Ô Áã°í, ´«À» °¨¾Æ, ±×´ÙÀ½ ´ë´äÇØ Old Jerusalem, we criminals, Subliminal's click ¿¾ ¿¹·ç»ì·½, ¿ì¸° ¹üÁËÀÚ, ÀáÀçÀǽÄÀû ÆÀ(?) Two Eilan live on, we toast to biblicial scripts, come on µÎ EilanÀº °è¼Ó »ì¾Æ°¡, ¿ì¸° ¼º°æ ±¸Àý¿¡ Ãà¹è¸¦ ¿Ã¸®Áö, À̸® ¿Í [Chorus: Gabriel Batler (Abiodun Oyemole)] I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death) °è¼ÓÇØ ´Þ·Á (Á×À½ÀÇ ±×¸²ÀÚ¸¦ ¹þ¾î³ª) I feel nobody (there's no one else) ¾Æ¹«µµ ¾È ´À²¸Á® (¾Æ¹«µµ ¾ø¾î) I read for my one's ³ª´Â ³» »ç¶÷µéÀ» À§ÇØ ±ÛÀ» ÀÐÁö I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death) °è¼ÓÇØ ´Þ·Á (Á×À½ÀÇ ±×¸²ÀÚ¸¦ ¹þ¾î³ª) I feel nobody (there's no one else) ¾Æ¹«µµ ¾È ´À²¸Á® (¾Æ¹«µµ ¾ø¾î) I rise like the sun, and shine ³ žçó·³ ¶°¼, ºûÀ» ³» [Tragedy Khadafi] And I ain't cryin', and I ain't layin' down to dyin' ³ ¿ïÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¾²·¯Á®¼ Á×Áöµµ ¾Ê¾Æ If I'm lyin', you can throw me off the Mountain of Xian ¸¸¾à °ÅÁþ¸»À» ÇÏ´Â °Å¶ó¸é, ³¯ ½Ã¾ÈÀÇ »ê µÚ·Î ´øÁ®¹ö·Áµµ µÅ The law be like fuck this, trap 'em in a chair and fry 'em ¹ýÀº Ç×»ó ´Ù ÁÀ±î, ÀÇÀÚ¿¡ ¹°í ±¸¿ö¹ö·Á ¶ó´Â ½Ä I write doctrines, everything I spit is a psalm ³ Á¤Ã¥À» ½á, ³»°¡ ¹ñ´Â ¸ðµç °Ç Âù¼Û°¡ Walk the hood, with holes in my feet and palms °ÔÅ並 °É¾î°¡, ¹ß°ú ¼Õ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ±¸¸ÛÀÌ ¶Õ¸° ä Throw on crown made of ice, millennium Christ º¸¼®À¸·Î ¸¸µé¾îÁø ¿Õ°üÀ» ¾²³×, »õõ³âÀÇ ±×¸®½ºµµ I bled with Malcolm, til the struggle gave my life Malcolm X¿Í ÇÔ²² ÇǸ¦ Èê·ÈÁö, ÀúÇ×ÀÌ ³» »ý¸íÀ» ÁÖ¾úÀ» ¶§±îÁö I walk through the valley of death, scroched through hell's fire ³ª´Â Á×À½ÀÇ Çù°îÀ» °É¾ú°í, Áö¿ÁÀÇ ºÒÀ» ÇìÃijª¿Ô¾î Cell 33's a lot, in Elmira, grew wiser Cell 33Àº ElmiraÀÇ ´Üü, ´õ Çö¸íÇØÁ³Áö(?) Learned my culture, from old timers ¿¾³¯ À̵é·ÎºÎÅÍ ³» ¹®È¸¦ ¹è¿üÁö Dark conscious, made in an image, doing the knowledge ¾îµÓ°í ÀǽÄÀûÀ¸·Î, À̹ÌÁö¸¦ ¸¸µé¾î, Áö½ÄÀ» ÆÛ¶ß·Á Like, extraterrestial beings, the all seeing ¸¶Ä¡ ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ¿Ü°èÀÎó·³ Out the sun roof screamin', clappin' the mack demon ¼±·çÇÁ ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª°¡ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áú·¯, ÀåÃÑÀ¸·Î ¾Ç¸¶¸¦ ÇØÄ¡¿ì¸é¼ My success is a journey, not a destination of faces ³» ¼º°øÀº ¿©ÇàÀ̾ß, ¾ó±¼µéÀÇ µµÂøÁö°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß Snakes layin' in waiting, congregatin' with Satan ¹ìµéÀº ´©¿ö¼ ±â´Ù¸®Áö, ¾Ç¸¶µé°ú ÇÔ²² ¸ð¿©¼ ¸»¾ß Days of Gomorah, need more, some water, I'm shakin' °í¸ð¶óÀÇ ³ª³¯, ´õ ¸¹Àº, ¹°ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇØ, ³ ¸· Èçµé·Á My ancestors is cryin', I'm feelin' tears of the rain ³» Á¶»óµéÀÌ ¿ï°í ÀÖ¾î, ºñÀÇ ´«¹°ÀÌ ´À²¸Á® Baptized in the Nile, and I'm trapped in pain ³ªÀÏ °¿¡¼ ¼¼·Ê¸¦ ¹Þ¾Ò´ø, ³ °íÅë ¼Ó¿¡ °¤ÇôÀÖ¾î [Interlude: Killah Priest (Abiodun Oyemole] The Black Market (tact!) The Black Market (ºü¸£°Ô!) The Black Market (tact!) The Black Market (ºü¸£°Ô!) [Outro: Abiodun Oyemole] As it was in the beginning ½ÃÀÛÀÌ ±×·¯ÇÏ¿´µíÀÌ So shall it be in the end ³¡µµ ±×·¯ÇÒ °ÍÀÌ´Ï As we walk through the shadows of death Á×À½ÀÇ ±×¸²ÀÚ¸¦ °É¾î°¡¸é¼ We'll find a way to win ½Â¸®·Î ÇâÇÏ´Â ±æÀ» ã¾Æ³»°ÚÁö This is the last will and testament À̰ÍÀº À¯¾ðÀå Of a light that's been dimmed ²¨Á®¹ö¸° ºÒºûÀÇ À¯¼ Of a heart that's lost it's rhythm ¸®µëÀ» ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸®°í °Å¿ï ¼Ó And attacks it's own reflection ÀÚ½ÅÀ» °ø°ÝÇÏ´Â ½ÉÀåÀÇ À¯¼ Eyes of a blind, to the beauty of themselves ¸ÍÀÎÀÇ ´«, ±×¸®°í ±×µéÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ò And souls of the so sacred, books were written ±×¸®°í ¾ÆÁÖ ¼º½º·¯¿î ¿µÈ¥, Ã¥µéÀÌ ¾º¿©Áö°í Temples were built, Jesus was born ½ÅÀüÀÌ Áö¾îÁö°í, ¿¹¼ö°¡ žÁö In the womb of our love, for mankind ¿ì¸®ÀÇ »ç¶ûÀÇ Àڱÿ¡¼, Àηù¸¦ À§ÇØ And this is the last sacrament, this is the last offering À̰ÍÀº ÃÖÈÄÀÇ ¸¸Âù, ÃÖÈÄÀÇ Á¦¹° The last jester, to spark the fire, to lift the spirit ÃÖÈÄÀÇ ±¤´ë, ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿©, ºÐÀ§±â¸¦ ¶ç¿ìÁö Before the light turns back to black ºÒºûÀÌ ´Ù½Ã ¾îµÒÀÌ µÇ±â Àü¿¡ Before the waves become a tidal, before the moon bleeds rivers of despair ÆÄµµ°¡ ÇØÀÏÀÌ µÇ±â Àü¿¡, ´ÞÀÌ Àý¸ÁÀÇ °À» Èê·Áº¸³»±â Àü¿¡ And the stars become black holes in the sky º°ÀÌ Çϴÿ¡¼ ºí·¢È¦ÀÌ µÇ±â Àü¿¡ This is a final call, a final message À̰ÍÀº ¸¶Áö¸· ¾Ë¸², ¸¶Áö¸· ¸Þ¼¼Áö To those who think they know, and those who don't want to know ´Ù ¾Ë°í ÀÖ´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇÏ´Â À̵é°ú, ´õ´Â ¾Ë±â ½È¾îÇÏ´Â À̵鿡°Ô º¸³» A damn thing.. ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» °ÍÀÌÁö.. |
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