Yasiin Bey, Pharrell Williams - Murder of a Teenage Life lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yasiin Bey, Pharrell Williams - Murder of a Teenage Life lyrics]
Man, what was the youngblood name?
(Funk Crush) youngblood just hungry
It's no glamour, it's no glory
It's no joke, no game
It's murder every day, murder (Boogeyman)
(They shot the boy)
The murder of a teenage life
Fire from the cold steel
The heat from the brights
The temperature of flesh and
The shortness of breath
The murder of a teenage threat
The aroma of sinsemilia dollar superstar
Scum of Vicodin cocaine tobacco leaf
Ecstatic tap less fire water
And freaky deeky-e
The murder of a teenage chief
My easy speaking is easy as it seem to be
Hungry belly drama busts off easily
Balloon bang, pop
Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok
Colder than a pimp, cock, aim shot
The frame drop
Pressure pushed him to the earth
Like a rain drop take not life in vain
Now how the preacher was saying
Remember anyway they laid him
In the straight box
Dark suit and gray socks
The neighborhood is all distraught
Candlelights upon the news report the
Families and students saw confused in awe
They weep into each others' arms
(It's murder) New absence from
A mother's arms
Even the warmth from the mother's arms
Could not keep her son from harm
From standing where the gun was drawn
Overcome done and done he gone (Murder)
Show a shell like a bell that rung
The blood burst
Body temperature fell and plunged
And in the time it took the medics to come
The breath eased out of his lungs
And his soul eased out of the slums
And the voice eased out of the drums
The sireens they gleam they swung (Murder)
Telephone wire sneakers hung (Murder)
For the black and young, murder
And the Ave they from
I am from the block the
President did not campaign on
Where the dollar that the working poor
Slave for is made on
Where hustlers stretch the yay long
Hustle hard for an outpost to trade on
Flip it over and make more
Where the blocks are yellow taped off
Youngbloods is drained off for old
Beefs to graze on
Where the pressure just stay on
But the lights and the heat don't
The place that you witness the
True power of street folks
And that's where I'm coming from, people
High-post, low-key eighth, OZ, a kilo
Law man, dope man, adversary, amigo
Preacher man, pimp hand
Both folding their C notes
A Black fist clutching deliverance
For the people
Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in
Chop the devil hand and make
The fucker stop reaching
Ghetto people know it when the
Voice of truth speaking
M def, him for real, hold still, nigga
See it
I ain't got to say please, just believe it
The unerasable, the black ink fact
Y'all fuckers know exactly how to act
Get back forever Black
(Forever Black) , never wack (Never that)
From the K
(Killa K) , that's that (That's that)
So you can kill all the yap
Blap, blap, blap, blap, murder
They shot the boy (Murder)
They shot the boy (Murder)
They shot the boy (Murder) they kill 'em all
(Funk Crush) youngblood just hungry
It's no glamour, it's no glory
It's no joke, no game
It's murder every day, murder (Boogeyman)
(They shot the boy)
The murder of a teenage life
Fire from the cold steel
The heat from the brights
The temperature of flesh and
The shortness of breath
The murder of a teenage threat
The aroma of sinsemilia dollar superstar
Scum of Vicodin cocaine tobacco leaf
Ecstatic tap less fire water
And freaky deeky-e
The murder of a teenage chief
My easy speaking is easy as it seem to be
Hungry belly drama busts off easily
Balloon bang, pop
Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok
Colder than a pimp, cock, aim shot
The frame drop
Pressure pushed him to the earth
Like a rain drop take not life in vain
Now how the preacher was saying
Remember anyway they laid him
In the straight box
Dark suit and gray socks
The neighborhood is all distraught
Candlelights upon the news report the
Families and students saw confused in awe
They weep into each others' arms
(It's murder) New absence from
A mother's arms
Even the warmth from the mother's arms
Could not keep her son from harm
From standing where the gun was drawn
Overcome done and done he gone (Murder)
Show a shell like a bell that rung
The blood burst
Body temperature fell and plunged
And in the time it took the medics to come
The breath eased out of his lungs
And his soul eased out of the slums
And the voice eased out of the drums
The sireens they gleam they swung (Murder)
Telephone wire sneakers hung (Murder)
For the black and young, murder
And the Ave they from
I am from the block the
President did not campaign on
Where the dollar that the working poor
Slave for is made on
Where hustlers stretch the yay long
Hustle hard for an outpost to trade on
Flip it over and make more
Where the blocks are yellow taped off
Youngbloods is drained off for old
Beefs to graze on
Where the pressure just stay on
But the lights and the heat don't
The place that you witness the
True power of street folks
And that's where I'm coming from, people
High-post, low-key eighth, OZ, a kilo
Law man, dope man, adversary, amigo
Preacher man, pimp hand
Both folding their C notes
A Black fist clutching deliverance
For the people
Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in
Chop the devil hand and make
The fucker stop reaching
Ghetto people know it when the
Voice of truth speaking
M def, him for real, hold still, nigga
See it
I ain't got to say please, just believe it
The unerasable, the black ink fact
Y'all fuckers know exactly how to act
Get back forever Black
(Forever Black) , never wack (Never that)
From the K
(Killa K) , that's that (That's that)
So you can kill all the yap
Blap, blap, blap, blap, murder
They shot the boy (Murder)
They shot the boy (Murder)
They shot the boy (Murder) they kill 'em all