Paroles de 'Cornerstone' par Blue Scholars

Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
1, 2 ya'll, Ah-1,2 ya'll, ah-check it, ah-check it, 1, 2 ya'll
It goes microphone check 1, 2 ya'll, it's the cornerstone, ya'll

It's the cornerstone.
From the gutter to the throne, corner to the stone
Comaradary is earned, cultivated and homegrown
Don't really own a damn thing except for my labor, and maybe a couple of thousand pages of my rhymes
And your brain's just a cage with a mind locked inside it unless knowledge itself gives proper perspective
To see how the politicians keep the dollars protected, my namesake is not confined to scholarly methods
To reach the mass, never preached the way they teach in class, sleep-walkin' half-dead spirits leaving fast
If you never had your ass beat, brah, you can't speak about non-violent protests and other such mythology
Watch how the quantity leads into quality deep beyond the reaches of your Babylon economy
I speak solemnly; I seek equality, my people celebrate life despite poverty
Fuck the false prophecy, promising we'll all be free, as long as we fall in line with the flawed philosophy
And mystery, God's eternal afterlife in Heaven, while living in Hell, where the militant dwell
Now the ranks start to swell in the hoods and jail cells, lock down the campus cause it's right to rebel
No uprising fails, each one's a step forward toward the victory up at the end of the trail

We crack jokes while singing the blues, and rock like the stone that the builder refused
To all area crew, who carry the world on their shoulders, on some atlas shit, this one's for you
206, rock rock on, The proletariat, rock rock on, Beacon Hill, rock rock on
Now the hustle on the corner set the struggle in stone

My compatriots and comrades engaging in combat, trying to stay sane up in this land gone mad
Give me two bucks and take a puff and pass my bong back, nearly 3 years and they're still up in Baghdad?
Battle-raps, 85% talkin' this-and-that, quit that, insecure petty little man
Get a manicure and tan, B, amateurish candy raps, it's hilarious, I'm laughing till I can't breath
Can it be that it was never simpler than now, consumers waitin' for a magazine to set the style
The critical instead begin to organize quietly, underneath the sugarcoated surface of society
My purpose as of now is serve the people to the fullest, knowing that my name is somewhere written on a bullet
The beats that I inherited, and rhymes in my chromosomes, passed to my seed, I call him my cornerstone

We crack jokes while singing the blues, and rock like the stone that the builder refused
To all area crew, who carry the world on their shoulders, on some atlas shit, this one's for you
New people ya'll, rock rock on, real changed men, rock rock on, the next generation, rock rock on
Now the hustle on the corner set the struggle in stone

We crack jokes while singing the blues, and rock like the stone that the builder refused
To all area crew, who carry the world on their shoulders, on some atlas shit, this one's for you
Central District, rock rock on, Hue District, rock rock on, International District, rock rock on
Now the hustle on the corner set the struggle in stone