Aerodynamic (Slum Village Remix) - Daft Punk (蠢朋克)

Written by：Thomas Bang/T. Bangalte/Daft Punk

Speak to the hand I'm Martin you Tisha Campbell

Tired of livin' this life everyday it's a gamble

Puttin' pieces together that don't even assemble

Feelin' like somebody I don't like but I resemble

I'm so sick up in here and it's time to make moves

I try to blow caps in everything I do

My life is a shame I'm tryin' to just get through

I'm movin' through the trenches

With my mike and my crew

What am I 'Posed to do I got to keep goin'

Sh*t is happened for me I'm not even knowin'

The storm has passed and yet the flowers still growin'

Still makin' moves right now sh*t is on in

I see a glimpse of life that shines in my face

Warmness in my heart takes me to another place

See right now what I want I can achieve

All I have to do is stick to myself and believe

Where you at uh huh

To all my street niggas makin' money make it happen ya'll

Where you at uh huh

To my ladys doin' your thing do it you're the best girl

Where you at uh huh

To all my Daft Punk people makin' it happen

Keep it movin' let's do it ya'll

Where you at uh huh

Uh everybody everybody ya'll

Where you

Don't make no sense the way we are

Niggers can't get a chick chick without a car

Anybody ask me me I been the star star

Always knew that one day day I would go far

Some of these rap niggers they need a rain check check

I don't understand how they got a mic check check

Get your head right true you look a wreck

And in the mean time we gone get the pay check

You know no we ain't the ones to judge

But uh there's people out here

Who are really puttin' it down and that's real

You know Slum Village can't even do our thing

Make it happen yo tss like this

Where you at uh huh

To my niggas down for the struggle keep it up baby

Where you at uh huh

My nine to five niggas street hustlers roll the dice niggas

Where you at uh huh

To all my chicks tryin' to get the paper keep doin' that

Where you at uh huh

See everybody makin' moves don't stop keep it all

Where you

You fled Babylon of life and death on a tattered arm

From the drunk who staggered home

To the destructive atom bomb set to detonate

You wonder why I write so graphic

When here bullets shatter light poles into white snow fragments

It's catastrophic that you picked up on it like an antenna object

You either find your hustle or demand your profit

Instead in the land of plot and schemin'

'Cause today's microscopic

Do bifocal fiber optics

My friends die with suit and ties inside of boxes

Flip me out when you hit the ground like a fightin' ostrich

But life is just a pair of dice droppin'

In mid stumble

A precious jewel you seclude when you in the struggle

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