よみ：BLOCK SCHOLARS
BLOCK SCHOLARS 歌詞 TVアニメ 血界戦線&BEYOND 挿入歌
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Hybrid Thoughts
- 2017.12.13 リリース
- 作詞
- Aztech , Paranom
- 作曲
- Taisei Iwasaki , Yuki Kanesaka
友情
感動
恋愛
元気
結果
- 文字サイズ
- ふりがな
- ダークモード
You know
The underground always livin'
Never dyin'
Soul survivin'
Beyond the control
Uptown city life, barricades, bright lights
Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
Young gifted and nifty
Sprungs in the tongues of the milky
Borealis-- my stratus is to shine beyond the filthy (that's risky)
Corridors of the echoes of the rough that birthed the silky
Tapestries of an interwoven casuality
Lightness of the mind that's boxed in
Trade with unraveling process
Disguised as progress fused with your adenine
But you just had to dream to manifest and play your part
With cyphers in a Smart City
View the data-- collect the art
Sound's physical objects
Cymatic projects
Crystalline tribes still surviving through corruption truly obvious
My own style give you much providence to meditate on
Or marinate the flavorPoupees Vaudoux to savor
Not surrogate
But through heaven's gates
Serenade the lemonade outta lemons
We sellin' juice for the melon spray
This like the Tao of not one way
To travel til a graduate tassel through the city's hassle to wrassle
With the soul rebellion with flow too alien to shadow
Throws of a warrior or concrete pharaoh
Before we free this arrow
This jewel shall pass but at last
It breach a digitized world to live immortal sparrow
Uptown city life, barricades, bright lights
Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
Mid-city barricades, seventh side reflection
Lost in thought the mind generalize perception
This one stay rugged squeeze dirt through the fingers
Anxiety press, ya self worth true to linger
85 the fix so we sequence the lah
see beyond the mist, daily meetings with Jah
Antonio Great, we no sell the offense
Inoki with the strikes offscript the godsend
Victorian backdrop, Sweeney Todd figaro
Flame to ya skull John Blaze Bam Bigelow
Passport dress code, fly by design
Now at half-court, stealth mode, Khan see the shrine
Chelsea nightlife mind flip the soup bowl
Brain stem chamber long bullets, Manute Bol
A lightfoot go the mile, front page open file
Making cans dance, shots rang from the Golden Child
Uptown city life, barricades, bright lights
Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
The underground always livin'
Never dyin'
Soul survivin'
Beyond the control
Uptown city life, barricades, bright lights
Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
Young gifted and nifty
Sprungs in the tongues of the milky
Borealis-- my stratus is to shine beyond the filthy (that's risky)
Corridors of the echoes of the rough that birthed the silky
Tapestries of an interwoven casuality
Lightness of the mind that's boxed in
Trade with unraveling process
Disguised as progress fused with your adenine
But you just had to dream to manifest and play your part
With cyphers in a Smart City
View the data-- collect the art
Sound's physical objects
Cymatic projects
Crystalline tribes still surviving through corruption truly obvious
My own style give you much providence to meditate on
Or marinate the flavorPoupees Vaudoux to savor
Not surrogate
But through heaven's gates
Serenade the lemonade outta lemons
We sellin' juice for the melon spray
This like the Tao of not one way
To travel til a graduate tassel through the city's hassle to wrassle
With the soul rebellion with flow too alien to shadow
Throws of a warrior or concrete pharaoh
Before we free this arrow
This jewel shall pass but at last
It breach a digitized world to live immortal sparrow
Uptown city life, barricades, bright lights
Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
Mid-city barricades, seventh side reflection
Lost in thought the mind generalize perception
This one stay rugged squeeze dirt through the fingers
Anxiety press, ya self worth true to linger
85 the fix so we sequence the lah
see beyond the mist, daily meetings with Jah
Antonio Great, we no sell the offense
Inoki with the strikes offscript the godsend
Victorian backdrop, Sweeney Todd figaro
Flame to ya skull John Blaze Bam Bigelow
Passport dress code, fly by design
Now at half-court, stealth mode, Khan see the shrine
Chelsea nightlife mind flip the soup bowl
Brain stem chamber long bullets, Manute Bol
A lightfoot go the mile, front page open file
Making cans dance, shots rang from the Golden Child
Uptown city life, barricades, bright lights
Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
