Public Service Broadcasting – Gagarin (Psychemagik Remix)

Lyrics

Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
the rhyme animal
the incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
"Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
'Cause a brother like me said, "Well...
...Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
what he can say to you, what you ought to do."
Follow for now, power of the people, say,
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical"
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting
me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters
now across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this
Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Chorus...
From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
"Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boost toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I'm telling you...

Paroles (Traduction)

Bass! Jusqu'où peux-tu descendre?
Couloir de la mort. Ce que frère sait.
Encore une fois, de retour, c'est l'incroyable
l'animal de la rime
l'incroyable D, Ennemi Public Numéro Un
"Les flics" ont dit, "Gel!" et je suis devenu engourdi
Puis-je leur dire que je n'ai vraiment jamais eu d'arme?
Mais c'est la cire que le Terminator X a tournée
Maintenant ils m'ont mis en cellule parce que mes disques se vendent
Parce qu'un frère comme moi a dit, "Eh bien...
...Farrakhan est un prophète et je pense que vous devriez écouter
ce qu'il peut vous dire, ce que vous devriez faire."
Suivez pour l'instant, pouvoir du peuple, dites,
"Réalisez un miracle, D, pompez le lyrique"
Le noir est de retour, tous ensemble, nous allons gagner
Vérifiez ça, ouais les gars, on y va encore
Refrain : Augmente le son ! Faites du bruit !
Jamais pire que mauvais car le frère est plus en colère que fou
Sur le fait que c'est corrompu comme un sénateur
L'âme en rouleau, mais vous le traitez comme du savon sur une corde
Parce que les beats et les rimes sont tellement géniaux
Écoutez les leçons que je dis à l'intérieur de la musique que les critiques me critiquent
Ils n'auront jamais d'égard pour les frères et sœurs
maintenant à travers le pays nous prépare à la guerre
Nous devons manifester, allez maintenant, ils vont devoir attendre
Jusqu'à ce que nous fassions les choses correctement
Je remets en question la noirceur des stations de radio
Ils se disent noirs, mais nous verrons s'ils diffuseront ça
Refrain : Augmente le son ! Faites du bruit !
Éloignez-vous de moi, la foule court vers moi

Thématique Espace

Style Space disco

Keywords Espace, Remix

Entités normées Psychemagik, Public Service Broadcasting