ハイドン: オラトリオ「天地創造」 Hob.XXI: 2 - Part I, No.13: Die Himmel erzahlen die Ehre Gottes (The heavens are telling the glory of God) (Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael, Chorus)

歌詞

[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin' [Chorus - Pharrell] It's me or you, or them or us Lost to what, them things gon' bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust I clear the land, "In God We Trust" nigga It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory [Pusha T] EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin' Critics and news, and all their reviews The watch jeweled and, VS jewels with Different hews, of rogues or blues The street movement, that I move wit "Hurri"s the "cane" like Miami U Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha doin Obviously, you ain't got a clue It's the blaze of glory I'm killer in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry Wit four seconds left, rappers can't ignore me Quit stepping on my heel You fuckers riding my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh! Mind over matter, SL blacker Sunny days, I might if to think he can't ROOF! You niggaz fishin, well wishin Lotta rhyme but still missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory [Chorus] [Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood, my story is metric Bring that O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic Grew up mis-directed, dark complected Sometimes no electric, it was hectic It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected Think back, I was requested by God I shall lead as I was directed Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing Defying the odds, the fire with arms A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga! [Chorus] [Malice] I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick For that quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit I ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk Niggaz is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin' No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't livin' The home town homies hate my name, I ain't trippin' I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em J'sus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em I was chosen to hold this throne I held my own, ever since I held that zone And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses Now I put it in verses, it was worth it Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack Whatever be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh! [Chorus]