Текст песни Spearhead - Piece o` Peace
Spearhead - Piece o` Peace слова песни
Every million miles ya haffe tek a first stepEvery million miles ya haffe tek a first stepI was sick of flippin` channels / and sick of flippin` quartersI called my man Zulu/ said, "Meet me on the corner"Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city`cause waitin` at the crib can make you feel shittyso he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side andwe hit the Upper Room/ where they keep the funk aliveThe man at the door/ invited us insideHe said there isn`t any cover/ if you`re keepin` up the vibeWe took it upstairs to big up the areathe people in the house was shakin` up their derrierRaisin up their hands and raisin up their voicesTokes was the D.J. I was happy with his choicesmaxin` and mixin` the beats they was fixin`my brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dopethe decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same`cause when the beat hitsyou feel no pain!(chorus)so a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for mea piece of peace for every peaceful person that you seea piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for mebut I don`t act peaceful if you`re not that way to meEvery million mile ya haffe tek a first stepEvery million mile ya haffe tek a first stepFive-O was outside waitin` with their vanshopin` that shit would get outta handso dat they could test their weapons on innocent civilians,the high tech shit costin` million and millionsmoney should`ve spent on something for communitybut that`s O.K. because we got the unityso fuck the police! we can keep the peace!we can make love and conquer that diseasebecause nothing in the world is impossible tomeI can swim on dry land and run upon the seaand nothing in the world is impossible to meyou can chop off my legs and I`ll land upon my feetI turn it over to the spirit and I leave her in chargemy favorite record sounds like an African Head ChargeShe`ll beat up the beats with and eggbeaterpour em in the battershe`ll make `em sound fatter and fatter`cause food for the soul is the flavor of the musicspice for the brain is the essence of the lyricssongs can be delicious and also be nutritiousYou can`t payfor culture", it can only be experiencedBOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"WELL HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED!""WELL"(chorus)If the funk is on timethen we call it punctualwe`re matchin up the footstepsspiritual and functionallike carnivale in Riothe Charlie Hunter trioHad the groovers groovin`and all the movers movin`Cuba, Twist, Reminisce and NMEGraffiti on the street for everyone to seeeven the elders in the house was havin` funbecause we livin` life at the top of our lungsIt was truly a life celebration that nighthad the world`s greatest timebut we`d never sell the movie rightsto Morrie Povich, or anyone like thatand anyone who does is really, really whack!We fish or cut bait and we`re not takin` prisonersand if you comin` late then you might`ve missed some a thisfunky good time we had here in fronta youso long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you(chorus)