Lesson 4 (Tablo's Word) (English Translation) Songtext

Epik High

von Mehr Songtexte

Lesson 4 (Tablo's Word) (English Translation) Songtext
Lawful laws, There are no Conservatives or Liberals
Anyhow the body with two arms, murder.
One government, new world order
Slaughter. No border. 2000 years of war is a fiction
It's on, son. It ain't about daydreaming or messing around
See, the global recession. Isn't it fun whenever the period recycles?
Let me see, what's on my thoughts?
That's on the top, it's a round of "jenga" game.
Demian, living only in the darkness
get get get get it kid? I pity you for living in the darkness.
(What about them, those people who has'em all? If you give explanation I will listen)
OK, I wanna earn more money (we all know that)
Ok, from a boy to a man, a man to a rich and a rich to man of power.
Those with the powers wants to play God. It's the decision that will be answered with "No, yeah" and become a slave.

I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't know, don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't wanna know. Don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. The truth, I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna hear. I don't know, I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear the truth.

You want your business, are you going to store those transactions?
You will get the Triple Six, what you don't believe me?
It's easy. Now imagine the world without any credit.
Can't buy anything nor sell any. With those invisible handcuffs,
Nevertheless, with your kind of figures it's possible
Those statistics, a slave. Okay
Now, your hands full of bills, and
Your body more convent then card s, your body becomes the card.
It'll be super fast. Even with those attitudes it will follow the orders.
If it doesn't follow the orders, just chute it in half like those defective cards.
It's simple, there just isn't enough guns to kill you and I
But there's enough money to tame us.

I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't know, I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear the truth
I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't know, I don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear. I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hear the truth


The truth is ruthless. Toothless but fanged.
Two-faced bruteness. Roofless in the rain.
The crude taste of sane. A suitcase full of pain.
The truth is truthless. A moot case of blame.