Shabazz Palaces - The King's New Clothes Were Made By His Own Hands | Текст песни

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Is it
Just another tune, is it
Just another sound
Just another rhyme, is it
Just another town
Just another voice, is it
Just another kiss
Just another noise, is it
Just another wish

On the ground
Grooves they come and flow
Where they come from, down
You should never know
Each time you you play them
You all couldn't find the notes
Some friends they groove on you
They haunt you like a ghost
You can't sleep
Always hear that beat
It flow back to mind
Every time you breathe
Your friends hear your new song
"Dawg that's it right there"
But to their old beat man
You won't let it compare
It's just another beat

Just another
Just another
Just another
Just another

In the air
Far away from surround
You think of that beat
And you feel the taste of sound
Heavy contemplations
All fought with you at the time
Faint now but somehow clearer
Growin on your mind
You dreamin, yet
Participatin, but not yet doin it
Distraction dictates things
Of which you do inspire
(Of that beat)
Your friends be like "Wow"
"That one beat's all of that, huh?"
You wake your pride up, pull it out
And then you act like
"Nah, it's just another beat"

Just another
Just another

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