[00:00.000] 作词 : I. Suhnoon
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Christian Garnier/Benoit Gallet/Lilian Doyen
[00:05.350][Verse 1: Tableek]
[00:20.850]They tell me that I'm reaching back too much
[00:23.256]I say not enough, but I rarely have the time for catching up
[00:27.022]I'm penning the blues to cure the blues
[00:28.881]Undoubtably, words lead to misery and prime time news
[00:32.194]You choose to select this brother with a complex mind
[00:35.382]Twisting the rhyme for these concrete times
[00:37.600]They say “Sink or swim, niggas”
[00:39.460]Them people busting their nine off, my kicks always banging like Kruschev
[00:43.257]That might be off the normal train of thought
[00:45.991]But without standards that's how the bullshit's taught
[00:48.382]Like comparing Kenny G to Charlie Parker
[00:50.866]Twenty foot wall, with aerosol or some toy with a marker
[00:54.649]I'm the reason why they change rules cause I say **** rules, smash fools
[00:58.632]Full course meals switched to snackables, downgraded
[01:01.605]I love it when the flow change from their hands to my hands and I see grams
[01:05.289]I'm fading, nodding, handmade toboggan from Costa Rica
[01:09.066]Got the incense burning called Indonesia
[01:11.800]A brother like me just don't sleep, my eyes close it's chaotic leisure
[01:15.843]Rhymes written to please the most discrete listener
[01:18.874]To the misinformed newborn that’s missing the
[01:21.317]Way things evolve, so organic
[01:23.865]Science in these mother****ing raps and the rooks can't stand it
[01:24.661]
[01:25.786][Chorus: Tableek]
[01:26.973]From hip-hop to bebop, trombone to break
[01:29.661]We live from the BX the 7-1-8
[01:32.176]So refined and exquisite is things we create
[01:35.145]In agreement with the stars it's the hands of fate
[01:37.536]For this hip-hop to bebop for all to see
[01:40.270]Rocking straight from the field it's the 4-1-3
[01:43.020]We're the brightest of the bright, don't confuse us, G
[01:46.036]Nothing less certified fresh we was born to be
[01:46.927]
[01:48.520]Ah right there, be easy
[01:51.270]Over there, be easy
[01:54.193]Right where, be easy
[01:56.848]Right there, be easy
[01:57.648]
[01:58.177][Verse 2: Tableek]
[01:59.567]What's a light that won’t fade and won’t go out?
[02:02.223]What's an MC to do with an ounce of doubt?
[02:04.974]How can I keep these niggas to listening
[02:07.364]Where is my right-hand man when my left one seems missing?
[02:10.630]Can you count all the amounts of times
[02:13.114]I stepped from the hood, stowed away, writing rhymes
[02:16.055]Does the visual take away from your own design
[02:18.446]I mean, how can one picture come from 15 minds?
[02:21.180]I'm like, you saw the symbol, did you read the sign and uh
[02:24.477]Who determines who's ahead of their time?
[02:26.680]Trying to not be forgotten is an aimless cause
[02:29.430]All in the sand box, but my shovel's much bigger than yours
[02:30.617]
[02:31.711][Verse 3: Tableek]
[02:54.248]We crossed the bridge, now we increase the pace
[02:56.983]Check the melody while I conclude my case
[02:59.436]I'm the MC Tableek, science in the rap
[03:02.436]Liberating Jazz Liberatorz on the track
[03:05.092]I'm repping those that's deening, hoodied up or benz beaming
[03:08.014]Clever crooks are cracking the book, always feinding for the knowledge
[03:11.295]Might be in the white tee
[03:12.749]Some think I’m just a thug-nigga but I might be
[03:15.498]But everyone act politely, we can build all damn night, B
[03:19.795]Chill with the womens and the wifeys
[03:21.920]I heard France on the radio was burning up
[03:24.576]I slightly grinned then I told the cabbie “turn it up.”
[03:25.405]
[03:26.264][Chorus: Tableek]
[03:27.124]From hip-hop to bebop, trombone to break
[03:29.780]We live from the BX the 7-1-8
[03:32.202]So refined and exquisite is things we create
[03:34.921]In agreement with the stars it's the hands of fate
[03:37.639]For this hip-hop to bebop for all to see
[03:40.388]Rocking straight from the field it's the 4-1-3
[03:43.076]We're the brightest of the bright, don't confuse us, G
[03:45.795]Nothing less certified fresh we was born to be
[03:47.186]
[03:47.982][Outro: Apani B Fly]
[04:26.446]Yeah, you know
[04:29.684]Music's just my thing
[04:32.356]Too many artists to name where I got my inspiration from, you know, but I like it all, from hip-hop to rock to country, a little bit of everything influenced me
[04:43.324]We'll keep under the hip-hop right now
[04:46.303]MC Lyte, course, you know
[04:49.553]Hit the road, saying, don't you come back no more, no more, (x2)... (continues)

作词 : I. Suhnoon
作曲 : Christian Garnier/Benoit Gallet/Lilian Doyen
They tell me that I'm reaching back too much
I say not enough, but I rarely have the time for catching up
I'm penning the blues to cure the blues
Undoubtably, words lead to misery and prime time news
You choose to select this brother with a complex mind
Twisting the rhyme for these concrete times
They say “Sink or swim, niggas”
Them people busting their nine off, my kicks always banging like Kruschev
That might be off the normal train of thought
But without standards that's how the bullshit's taught
Like comparing Kenny G to Charlie Parker
Twenty foot wall, with aerosol or some toy with a marker
I'm the reason why they change rules cause I say **** rules, smash fools
Full course meals switched to snackables, downgraded
I love it when the flow change from their hands to my hands and I see grams
I'm fading, nodding, handmade toboggan from Costa Rica
Got the incense burning called Indonesia
A brother like me just don't sleep, my eyes close it's chaotic leisure
Rhymes written to please the most discrete listener
To the misinformed newborn that’s missing the
Way things evolve, so organic
Science in these mother****ing raps and the rooks can't stand it

From hip-hop to bebop, trombone to break
We live from the BX the 7-1-8
So refined and exquisite is things we create
In agreement with the stars it's the hands of fate
For this hip-hop to bebop for all to see
Rocking straight from the field it's the 4-1-3
We're the brightest of the bright, don't confuse us, G
Nothing less certified fresh we was born to be
Ah right there, be easy
Over there, be easy
Right where, be easy
Right there, be easy

What's a light that won’t fade and won’t go out?
What's an MC to do with an ounce of doubt?
How can I keep these niggas to listening
Where is my right-hand man when my left one seems missing?
Can you count all the amounts of times
I stepped from the hood, stowed away, writing rhymes
Does the visual take away from your own design
I mean, how can one picture come from 15 minds?
I'm like, you saw the symbol, did you read the sign and uh
Who determines who's ahead of their time?
Trying to not be forgotten is an aimless cause
All in the sand box, but my shovel's much bigger than yours

We crossed the bridge, now we increase the pace
Check the melody while I conclude my case
I'm the MC Tableek, science in the rap
Liberating Jazz Liberatorz on the track
I'm repping those that's deening, hoodied up or benz beaming
Clever crooks are cracking the book, always feinding for the knowledge
Might be in the white tee
Some think I’m just a thug-nigga but I might be
But everyone act politely, we can build all damn night, B
Chill with the womens and the wifeys
I heard France on the radio was burning up
I slightly grinned then I told the cabbie “turn it up.”

From hip-hop to bebop, trombone to break
We live from the BX the 7-1-8
So refined and exquisite is things we create
In agreement with the stars it's the hands of fate
For this hip-hop to bebop for all to see
Rocking straight from the field it's the 4-1-3
We're the brightest of the bright, don't confuse us, G
Nothing less certified fresh we was born to be

Yeah, you know
Music's just my thing
Too many artists to name where I got my inspiration from, you know, but I like it all, from hip-hop to rock to country, a little bit of everything influenced me
We'll keep under the hip-hop right now
MC Lyte, course, you know
Hit the road, saying, don't you come back no more, no more, (x2)... (continues)