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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [The Roots]Don't Feel Right |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
[Chorus] It don't feel right, it don't feel right ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ´õ ÀÌ»ó ´À³¥ ¼ö ¾ø¾î It don't feel right, it don't feel right ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ It don't feel, it don't feel, I don't feel it no more ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ´õ ÀÌ»ó ´À²¸ÁöÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Things don't feel right over here ¹º°¡ ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº ´À³¦ÀÌ¾ß Lately I ain't been seein' clear ÃÖ±Ù µé¾î ¾ÕÀÌ È®½ÇÇÏ°Ô ¾È º¸¿© It don't feel right, it don't feel right ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ´õ ÀÌ»ó ´À³¥ ¼ö ¾ø¾î It don't feel right, it don't feel right ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾ÊÀº°Å °°¾Æ It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ´õ ÀÌ»ó ´À³¥ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Seems to me nowadays things have changed ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ ¿äÁò ¸¹Àº°Ô º¯ÇÑ °Å °°¾Æ I don't know if I feel the same ¾ÆÁ÷µµ °°Àº ´À³¦ÀÎÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î [Verse 1-Black Thought] Yo, in the land of the unseen hand, and hold trouble Yo, º¸ÀÌÁö ¾Ê´Â ¼ÕÀÌ »¸Ä£ ¶¥, ¹®Á¦¸¦ Àâ¾Æ Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double ´Ï °ÔÀÓÀ» ÀÌ·ÐÈÇØ, ´õºíÀ» ±¼¸®´Â °Ç ÈûµéÁö The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle Èûµç »óȲÀº ¹Ù·Î ¾ó±¼ ¾Õ¿¡ ´Ù°¡¿À´Â°Ô ¾Æ³Ä, ´õ ¹Ì¹¦ÇÏÁö But it's still comin' across like the bridge and tunnel vision ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×·¯¸é¼µµ ´Ù¸®³ª Åͳο¡ µé¾î°¡´Â ȯ»óó·³ ´Ù°¡¿Í I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen À̳ðµéÀ» Á¦´ë·Î À̲ø·ÁÇÏÁö¸¸, ³» ¸»À» µèÁú ¾ÊÁö That's the reason the system makin' its paper from the prison ±×·¡¼ ÀÌ Ã¼Á¦´Â ±³µµ¼Ò·ÎºÎÅÍ µ·À» ¹ú¾îµéÀÌ´Â °Å¾ß And that's the reason we livin' where they don't wanna visit ±×·¡¼ ¿ì¸° ±×µéÀÌ Ã£¾Æ¿À±â ½È¾îÇÏ´Â °÷¿¡¼ »ç´Â°Å¾ß Where the dope slang and keep swayin' like Sonny Liston ¸¶¾àÀÌ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï°í Sonny Listonó·³ »ç°í¸¦ Ä¡´Â °÷ The money missin' and there's mouths to feed µ·Àº ¾ø°í ¸Ô¿©»ì·Á¾ßÇÒ ÀÔÀÌ ÀÖÁö Yet the brain kickin', thinkin' of a thousand things ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ú´Â °è¼Ó µ¹¾Æ°¡, 1000°¡Áö °ÍÀ» »ý°¢ÇØ Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs ¿¾³¯À» »ý°¢ÇغÁ, ºÎ¾ý¿¡ ´Þ°¿°ú And pancakes, thicken and greens and Kool Aid ÆÒÄÉÀÌÅ©°¡ ÀÖ¾úÀ» ¶§, ¾ßä¿Í Kool Aid°¡ ÀÖ¾úÀ» ¶§ When the ¡®fridgerator naked then the cupboard is bare ³ÃÀå°í´Â ¿¸° »óŰí ÂùÀåÀº ºñ¾úÀ» ¶§ People got to strip naked, stick ¡®em up in the air »ç¶÷µéÀº ¿ÊÀ» ¹þ°í À§·Î µé¾î¿Ã·Á Wasn't lies when they told you wasn't nothin' to fear ´Ï°¡ µÎ·Á¿öÇÒ Á¸Àç°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó°í ¸»ÇÑ °Ç °ÅÁþ¸»ÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ú¾î Somethin' don't feel right out here, nahmsayin'? Check it out ¹º°¡ ¿©±â ´À³¦ÀÌ ÁÁÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ¾ËÁö? µé¾îºÁ [Chorus] [Verse 2-Black Thought] Look, my eyes open ¡®cause I'm really a rocksmith ÀÚ, ³» ´«Àº ¿·Á ³ ¿½ÉÈ÷ Çϴϱî And when inviting me thoughts, I'm really unboxin' ±×¸®°í »ý°¢µéÀ» ¶°¿Ã¸± ¶§¸é, ±×°Ç »óÀÚ¸¦ Ǫ´Â °Í °°Áö My main adversary in this silly concoction ÀÌ ¹Ùº¸°°Àº ¼Òµ¿ ¼Ó¿¡ ³» ÁÖµÈ Àû Freeze your face like bosilium toxin º¸½Ç¸®¿ò(?) µ¶¼Òó·³ ´Ï ¾ó±¼À» ¸ØÃç If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option ¸¸¾à ÃÑ¿¡ ¸Â±â ½È´Ù¸é, ³»°Ô ´Ù¸¥ ¼±ÅÃÁö¸¦ ÁàºÁ Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton Ç︮ÄßÅͰ¡ Philly¿¡¼ Compton±îÁö ³¯¾Æ°¡ The Jones is the richest since the Smiths & the Johnson's Jones´Â the Smith & the Johnson's ÀÌ·¡·Î ÃÖ°íÀÇ ºÎÀÚ If you ain't sayin' nothin', you a system's accomplice ¸¸¾à ¾Æ¹« ¸» ¸øÇϰí ÀÖ´Ù¸é, ³Í ÀÌ ½Ã½ºÅÛÀÇ Á¦ÀÚ It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense ¾ç½ÉÀ» °¡Áö°í Ç÷¹ÀÌÇØ, ³í¼¾½º´Â Ä¡¿ö¹ö¸®°í I'm overseeing anything within my circumference ½Ã¾ß¿¡ µå´Â °Ç ¹¹µçÁö »ìÆìº¸°í ÀÖ¾î This ain't a press junket, I ain't seekin' responses ÀÌ°Ç ¾ð·Ð ÇÇÅ©´ÐÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä, ´äº¯À» ¹Ù¶ó´Â °Íµµ ¾Æ³Ä I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket ³ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡ ÃÑÀ» ³Ö°í ´Ù´Ï´Â °÷¿¡ ¼ÀÖ´Ù°í You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness ³Í Â÷ºÐÇÑ ³ÃÁ¤ÇÔ¿¡ Ȧ¸®Áö I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit ³ ´ÙÆ®¸¦ ¹ñ°í, John Hitchcock ½ÄÀÇ ¿ä¼Ò¸¦ ´õÇØ If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted ¸¸¾à ´Ï »îÀ» ¾ê±â ¸øÇÑ´Ù¸é, ´Ï ¶óÀÓÀº ÀÔ¾çÇÑ °Í If it don't feel right, then stop it, you nahmsayin'? ´À³¦ÀÌ ÁÁÁö ¾Ê´Ù¸é, ¸ØÃç, ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö ¾ËÁö? [Chorus] [Verse 3-Black Thought] Yo, field you work in, weapon producin' Yo, ´Ï°¡ Á¾»çÇÏ´Â ºÐ¾ß, ¹«±â »ý»ê Natural disaster got the planet in a panic ÀÚ¿¬ ÀçÇØ°¡ Ç༺À» °øÆ÷·Î ¹Ð¾î³ÖÁö We all gots to make that livin' ¿ì¸° ¸ðµÎ ¸Ô°í »ì¾Æ¾ßÇØ Sex, drugs, murder, politics and religion ¼½½º, ¸¶¾à, »ìÀÎ, Á¤Ä¡¿Í Á¾±³ Forms of hustlin', watch who you put all your trust in ³ë·ÂÇÏ´Â °ÍÀÇ ÇÑ ÇüÅÂ, Á¶½ÉÇØ¼ ¹Ï´Â »ç¶÷À» °ñ¶ó Worldwide, we coincide with who sufferin' ¼¼°èÀûÀÌÁö, ¿ì¸° °íÅ뽺·¯¿öÇÏ´Â ÀÌ¿Í ÇÔ²² ÇØ Who never had shit and ain't got nothin' ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ °¡Áø Àû ¾ø¾ú´ø À̵é But most strugglin', and make you wanna run up in the ma' fuckin' ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´ëºÎºÐ Èûµé¾îÇϰí, Ç×»ó µ·À» ¾ò±â À§ÇØ With hots on for a piece of the cake back ÃÑÀ» µé°í ±×°÷À¸·Î ¶Ù¾î°¡°í ½Í°Ô ¸¸µé¾î I can't work for it, I can certainly take that ±×°Í ¶§¹®¿¡ ÀÏÇÒ ¼ø ¾øÁö, ±×°Ç È®½ÇÈ÷ ÂüÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î I'm fired up, thinkin' about the payback, except ³ ºÒÀÌ ºÙ¾ú¾î, µ· ¹ö´Â °Í¸¸ »ý°¢ÇÏÁö, ±Ùµ¥ You fuck around and be a enemy of the state, black ³Í ÇԺηΠµ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï´Ù ÀÌ ³ª¶óÀÇ ÀûÀÌ µÅ, Ä£±¸ Ill, but that'd be too real for TV ¸ÚÁ®, ÇÏÁö¸¸ TV ³ª¿À±â¿£ ³Ê¹« ¸ÚÁ® It's crazy when you too real to be free ÀÚÀ¯°¡ µÇ±â¿£ ³Ê¹« Áø½ÇÇÑ °Í, ¹ÌÄ£ »óȲ If you ain't got no paper then steal this CD ¸¸¾à µ·ÀÌ ¾ø´Ù¸é ÀÌ CD¸¦ ÈÉÃÄ Listen man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me, it don't feel µé¾îºÁ, ³»°¡ ¾î¶² ±âºÐÀÎÁö ¸»ÇØÁÙ°Ô, ´À³¦ÀÌ [Chorus] |
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