The Sun God 创作者：
Hi-tek
Common

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调：D# minor

Verse 1
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Common...
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Common...
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[Common]
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Yeah, yeah
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Hi- Tek
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Verse 2
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[Verse One]
Free the rhyme or risk a dig
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into a deep sound abyss
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Unit in the stash the beats an
d never found the shit
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Experience like Hendrix,
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keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch,
to me they soundin bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred,
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for cats who ain't make it
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I'ma give it, as far as you can take it
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Tried to take the safe way,
told you there's a gateway to skinny
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Many can find it but few can climb it
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I'm open- minded like
a pothead
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Doin what I gotta do to keep the spot fed
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In the climate, of locked dreads,
corn- rows, torn souls
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Worn hoes, who been mo
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lested by they uncle
I bundle, amongst you cold
mother- uckers
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The world is bitter, like baby mothers
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Look how far El Dorados
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and wine bottles drug us
Least God and the sun love us,

Interlude 1
it's the Sun God
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[Verse Two]

Verse 3
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Everywhere is broken glass
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Nephews smokin squares,
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nieces smokin grass
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Try not to say shoot around my daughter
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she already know to blast
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Catchin the future,
don't know who threw the past
It's the, year of the snake and
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the hidden dragon
Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin
Listen to the ocean and the stars,
keep my vision in motion
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In motion like cars
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I'm down to  Earth,
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at times I feel closer to Mars
The world is yours,
I'm hopin it's ours
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Some say the Gods is crazy,
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I see God in our babies
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Child of the sun,
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I al  lowed it to raise me
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(.. from a   distance) niggaz tried
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to ap  praise me
I'm hard to read like graffiti
so it don't phase me
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My days be spent,
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be  hind dream's tent
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Through the sun the di
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vine being is sent

Interlude 2
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Verse 4
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[Verse Three] Letters
from prison sayin we need
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a better religion
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I'm a rebel that listens from
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a eighty- seven position
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I can't crystallize the mission lies within
Born to die even in death we begin
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It's heavy 'jo learnin what
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we already know
and carry low swing on a chariot slow
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Brothers stick though re
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mindin me of revolution
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If the drama comes I'ma
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have to uhh pop his gun
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It's the Sun God, yeah

Outro 1
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