(verse)
Live from occupied Duwamish territory
Where Carlos Bulosan once lived to tell the story
Of the brain, sweat, and glory of mic checks and men
Who fight the destination we were destined to end
Left the writing on the walls in the halls of the Nippon Kan
Others transform, majority Decepticons
But my conception of the Walkman's rotation,
Is you live in the upper left you've got to have patience
Cause ain't no urban radio stations about to play us
Unless you sign the dotted and make your songs brainless
While you waitin' for the mention in the pages of "The Stranger"
You can find me in the basement makin' heaters for later
And yes, we all need a little paper to strive
But the monsters in your town will put a limp in your stride
I exhibit all the time like I'm pimpin' your ride
And we've been living in conditions we're tired of
Come on and rise up
(chorus)
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Movin' in slow motion, it's that Northwest classic
(verse)
Nine eight double-one eight, the alphabetically 2nd to last state
Never finished in last place
Like the Mariners for 3 years straight
From prescriptions we administer the medicine
We exist between the gold and the green
I paint the soul of the scene
Under towers of power, dodging the over Over-fiend daily
Causing bones to decay, they say is so far away
Couldn't possibly make it, I seen modesty fade
And awful lot of hate, but none of which was said to my face
I confide inside, my son, but with a fire made of purple
I'm a writer for the art, I keep it sharpened with rehearsal
The worst is when they mark us to target a market that we're not even a part of
If your CD's in Target it means you got distribution, but we still pushin' units
With our own two homegrown since youth
Thought you knew
(chorus)
(verse)
And they say desegregation was a big step forward
But integration only covered up a rotten core
The surface might've changed but the cauldron is still hot
Now we more politically correct with less real talk
They say we liberal but literally not
Nearby its supply and demand for the rock
It's two types of crack, one legal, one felonious
The lumpenprole push keys like Thelonious
The corporation pushing blood with the beans
New homes, new stores, still a hood underneath
No good how we chilling in the gut of the beast
A national question, with no answer in the least
It's no resting ‘til the cancer meets defeat
(chorus)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(verse)
Live from occupied Duwamish territory
Where Carlos Bulosan once lived to tell the story
Of the brain, sweat, and glory of mic checks and men
Who fight the destination we were destined to end
Left the writing on the walls in the halls of the Nippon Kan
Others transform, majority Decepticons
But my conception of the Walkman's rotation,
Is you live in the upper left you've got to have patience
Cause ain't no urban radio stations about to play us
Unless you sign the dotted and make your songs brainless
While you waitin' for the mention in the pages of "The Stranger"
You can find me in the basement makin' heaters for later
And yes, we all need a little paper to strive
But the monsters in your town will put a limp in your stride
I exhibit all the time like I'm pimpin' your ride
And we've been living in conditions we're tired of
Come on and rise up
(chorus)
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Movin' in slow motion, it's that Northwest classic
(verse)
Nine eight double-one eight, the alphabetically 2nd to last state [changed in live version to 4th]
Never finished in last place
Like the Mariners for 3 years straight
From prescriptions we administer the medicine
We exist between the gold and the green
I paint the soul of the scene
Under towers of power, dodging the over Over-fiend daily
Causing bones to decay, they say is so far away
Couldn't possibly make it, I seen modesty fade
And awful lot of hate, but none of which was said to my face
I confide inside, my son, but with a fire made of purple
I'm a writer for the art, I keep it sharpened with rehearsal
The worst is when they mark us to target a market that we're not even a part of
If your CD's in Target it means you got distribution, but we still pushin' units
With our own two homegrown since youth
Thought you knew
(chorus)
(verse)
And they say desegregation was a big step forward
But integration only covered up a rotten core
The surface might've changed but the cauldron is still hot
Now we more politically correct with less real talk
They say we liberal but literally not
Nearby its supply and demand for the rock
It's two types of crack, one legal, one felonious
The lumpenprole push keys like Thelonious
The corporation pushing blood with the beans
New homes, new stores, still a hood underneath
No good how we chilling in the gut of the beast
A national question, with no answer in the least
It's no resting ‘til the cancer meets defeat
(chorus)
📝 纯歌词版本
(verse)
Live from occupied Duwamish territory
Where Carlos Bulosan once lived to tell the story
Of the brain, sweat, and glory of mic checks and men
Who fight the destination we were destined to end
Left the writing on the walls in the halls of the Nippon Kan
Others transform, majority Decepticons
But my conception of the Walkman's rotation,
Is you live in the upper left you've got to have patience
Cause ain't no urban radio stations about to play us
Unless you sign the dotted and make your songs brainless
While you waitin' for the mention in the pages of "The Stranger"
You can find me in the basement makin' heaters for later
And yes, we all need a little paper to strive
But the monsters in your town will put a limp in your stride
I exhibit all the time like I'm pimpin' your ride
And we've been living in conditions we're tired of
Come on and rise up
(chorus)
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Movin' in slow motion, it's that Northwest classic
(verse)
Nine eight double-one eight, the alphabetically 2nd to last state
Never finished in last place
Like the Mariners for 3 years straight
From prescriptions we administer the medicine
We exist between the gold and the green
I paint the soul of the scene
Under towers of power, dodging the over Over-fiend daily
Causing bones to decay, they say is so far away
Couldn't possibly make it, I seen modesty fade
And awful lot of hate, but none of which was said to my face
I confide inside, my son, but with a fire made of purple
I'm a writer for the art, I keep it sharpened with rehearsal
The worst is when they mark us to target a market that we're not even a part of
If your CD's in Target it means you got distribution, but we still pushin' units
With our own two homegrown since youth
Thought you knew
(chorus)
(verse)
And they say desegregation was a big step forward
But integration only covered up a rotten core
The surface might've changed but the cauldron is still hot
Now we more politically correct with less real talk
They say we liberal but literally not
Nearby its supply and demand for the rock
It's two types of crack, one legal, one felonious
The lumpenprole push keys like Thelonious
The corporation pushing blood with the beans
New homes, new stores, still a hood underneath
No good how we chilling in the gut of the beast
A national question, with no answer in the least
It's no resting ‘til the cancer meets defeat
(chorus)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
(verse)
Live from occupied Duwamish territory
Where Carlos Bulosan once lived to tell the story
Of the brain, sweat, and glory of mic checks and men
Who fight the destination we were destined to end
Left the writing on the walls in the halls of the Nippon Kan
Others transform, majority Decepticons
But my conception of the Walkman's rotation,
Is you live in the upper left you've got to have patience
Cause ain't no urban radio stations about to play us
Unless you sign the dotted and make your songs brainless
While you waitin' for the mention in the pages of "The Stranger"
You can find me in the basement makin' heaters for later
And yes, we all need a little paper to strive
But the monsters in your town will put a limp in your stride
I exhibit all the time like I'm pimpin' your ride
And we've been living in conditions we're tired of
Come on and rise up
(chorus)
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
We're broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Movin' in slow motion, it's that Northwest classic
(verse)
Nine eight double-one eight, the alphabetically 2nd to last state [changed in live version to 4th]
Never finished in last place
Like the Mariners for 3 years straight
From prescriptions we administer the medicine
We exist between the gold and the green
I paint the soul of the scene
Under towers of power, dodging the over Over-fiend daily
Causing bones to decay, they say is so far away
Couldn't possibly make it, I seen modesty fade
And awful lot of hate, but none of which was said to my face
I confide inside, my son, but with a fire made of purple
I'm a writer for the art, I keep it sharpened with rehearsal
The worst is when they mark us to target a market that we're not even a part of
If your CD's in Target it means you got distribution, but we still pushin' units
With our own two homegrown since youth
Thought you knew
(chorus)
(verse)
And they say desegregation was a big step forward
But integration only covered up a rotten core
The surface might've changed but the cauldron is still hot
Now we more politically correct with less real talk
They say we liberal but literally not
Nearby its supply and demand for the rock
It's two types of crack, one legal, one felonious
The lumpenprole push keys like Thelonious
The corporation pushing blood with the beans
New homes, new stores, still a hood underneath
No good how we chilling in the gut of the beast
A national question, with no answer in the least
It's no resting ‘til the cancer meets defeat
(chorus)
Order in my life working over-time nights
Holdin wires and mics under these lights, but besides that
Always find time to get love and give it right ba...
This is the scene you been seeing all your life
The one inside a dream you repeated every night
For 24 frames every second through the light
What you ...
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step
Walking closer to my final destination of death
When I'm laying to rest I'm only saving my breat...
The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be,
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of ...
“I don't know Bill, you know, uh, there might be somebody out there listening, you never can tell, you know?”
To the graduating class of 2000-whatever...
One, gets on stage
Two, grab the mic
(Like this)
It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum
In the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagi...
an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip
I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick
the last call, ballin' up my palm in a fist
hit the...
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step
Walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my brea...
Left, right left, check it out
It goes left, right, left and we're marchin' on
Molotov cocktail party at the White House
Fire in the hole of the Oval ...