- Promoe These Walls Dont Lie 歌詞
- Promoe
- A-1-2, A-1-2
But you dont stop
Then let the short shot
Production: DJ Large
And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)
For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)
Goes a little something like this:
It was the last days of summer
Sun shinin through the window
Life movin real slow
You know how things go
His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)
From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo
The graffyouth from the grassroots
He came from Sweden too
Felt proud when he played
his new friends the latest tunes
Check this **** out man
That he had to download
Cause his local recordstore
Was on the other side of the globe
They didnt carry the stuff
But he felt it was okay to do
He spread the Troops message
All the way to Australia, dude
And man that couldnt be wrong
When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
Were his ****** theme songs
In the headphones those nights
He spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush
When he entered the lay up, singin...
Bada papa papa...
You know graffiti wont die, die
No, it wont, aha
Because these walls dont lie, lie (They dont lie)
Come on
Im dedicatin this piece, aha
He said, to those DVSGs
And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
Mimicking the king
With the rulers manners
Chorus: Fresh dressed
In his newest shoes and flannels
Then began lettin on
With the loosest cannons
Figurin thisll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just a gruesome scandal
Erasin all signs of life
Callin the youth some vandals
They cant handle the truth
So this is how the truth is handled
Deep into the music and his art
Man, his true love
Didnt even notice when the train pulled up
Before the bloodstains faded
On the engine cooler
The very same train
Hit another writer: Olaf
On a different continental: Europe
But then they came to the same place,
That Im sure of
In this world people always
Looked upon them as a terror
But now 50 000 chariots singin the chorus, going...
Bada papa papa...
(aha, aha)
Graffiti writers wont die, die, no
(Im telling you)
Because these walls dont lie, lie, no
(They dont lie)
Come on
Im dedicatin this song, song
To those gone
Your memory live on(live on)
Bridge:
I know a lot of people
Including myself get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of yall
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though
A lot of people including myself
Get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of yall
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though
A lot changed from
The days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today
Lost like a freakin tourist
And I dont claim to know much
All I really know is
We were 17 once
Actin like we were immortals
Fearin no evil
People said we had no morals
Thats fine, their corrupt world
It really wasnt for us
We just laughed at the ******** names
That they called us
Hated us, we hated them
And both sides found out what a war is
We were winning in the beginning
Then found out bout the horrors
Dont get me wrong my lover
Hundred percent, no less
Peace to my people
We grow with the knowledge
I bite on death same time
Im playin hardish to catch
From South Africa
Writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France
And Germany, up north
Still the same rapper tellin
Cops to **** off
And all my writers:
Survive! This my love song to yall
Bada papa papa...
You know graffiti wont die, die, no
Because these walls dont lie, lie, no
To all my people world wide, wide, yo
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