1989
6:34
Official Music Video
Back On The Block by Quincy Jones
Lyrics & Translation
English
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"Back On The Block" lyrics
Quincy Jones Lyrics
"Back On The Block"
(feat. Big Daddy Kane, Ice-T, Kool Moe Dee, Melle Mel)
[All]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[VERSE 1: Ice-T]
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used to walk in stores and yell: "Lay down!"
You flinch an inch - AK spray down
But I was lucky cause I never caught the hard time
I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme
All my homies died or caught the penzo
Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos
Livin that life that we thought was it
Fast lanin, but the car flipped
I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie
I just kick thick game, some people say: why?
Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back
So I school the fools about the fast track
I get static from the style of my technique
Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night
Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street
Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat"
The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say?
The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael J
[All]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[VERSE 2: Melle Mel]
I'm back, on the block, on the screen
I'm on the wax, I'm on the stage, I'm on the scene
I'm on the case, just like an attorney
The Dude took me on a magic journey
To dance in France, alone in Rome
On the farmlands of Nebraska, the cold of Alaska
The heat of the motherland
To be with my brotherman
On top of a snowcapped mountain I'm scoutin
What another man saw in a race of people
To see him give his life for the price of equal
The highest wisdoms, the richest kingdoms
The Song of Songs we heard David sing them
He showed me me when I was young and hung out
He showed me makin love, even showed me strung out
He showed me poppin nines, standin on a rock
But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block
[Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers)]
Stokie's just Stokie, mama
(Stokie's Stokie)
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they care enough
(Ain't nothin gonna bother Stokie much)
Some say they can't take it no more
(Comin here, comin here startin stuff)
But Dude is back on duty fo' sho'
(Back on the block to stay)
They say he ain't gonna be with it
(Comin back, comin back to the street)
But Dude he know you'll never forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern or consume
As I reminisce before this
The bliss that exist
But now we brought about a twist
Cause I remember of my people bleedin
Put through slavery and killed for bravery
We shoulda got our freedom much sooner
You never seen a blackman on _The Honeymooners_
But now somehow we've learned to earn, to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a food
To nourish, so to conclude
This from an Asiatic descendant, Big Daddy is shocked
Yo Q, we back on the block
[All]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[VERSE 4: Kool Moe Dee]
An everlasting omnipresence is my present
State of being, seeing the unpleasant
Sight of righteous souls live like peasants
The mind stunts growth in adolescence
My insight enables me to enlight
The weakest of minds, and I put em in flight
As I transcend, a-scend or de-scend
Re-create, re-incarnate and re-send
The powerful spirits of our ancestors
For those that don't know how God blessed us
Because man messed up, the media dressed up
Lies perpetrated as truth, and it left us
Confused, but I've seen it all before
From Babylon to the Third World War
I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity
Back on the block, and this time my identity
Is the Dude
Ba-ba-ba-back on the
Ba-back on
Ba-ba-back on the block
Ba-ba-back on
Ba-ba-back on the block
[Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers)]
Stoki, ke Stoki, mai-bo
(Stoki, Stoki)
Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa
(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)
(Stoki ke Stoki, mai-bo)
(Stoki, Stoki)
Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa
(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)
M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena
(Kha'mye, kha'myeke wena)
Yo khala, khala, khala, u mama
(Yo khal'u mama khe)
M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena
(Kha'mye, kha'myeke, wena)
Yo khala, kha, 'yok 'shaya u baba
(Yok shaya u baba khe)
[Rev. Jesse Jackson]
Now I would - I would contend that ah -
The rappers - rap is here to stay
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Quincy Jones Lyrics
album: "Back On The Block" (1989)
Prologue (2Q's Rap)
Back On The Block
I Don't Go For That
I'll Be Good To You
The Verb To Be
Wee B. Dooinit
The Places You Find Love
Jazz Corner Of The World
Birdland
Setembro (Brazilian Wedding Song)(Instrumental)
One Man Woman
Tomorrow (A Better You, Better Me)
Prelude To The Garden(Instrumental)
The Secret Garden (Sweet Seduction Sweet)
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"Back On The Block" lyrics
Quincy Jones Lyrics
"Back On The Block"
(feat. Big Daddy Kane, Ice-T, Kool Moe Dee, Melle Mel)
[All]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[VERSE 1: Ice-T]
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used to walk in stores and yell: "Lay down!"
You flinch an inch - AK spray down
But I was lucky cause I never caught the hard time
I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme
All my homies died or caught the penzo
Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos
Livin that life that we thought was it
Fast lanin, but the car flipped
I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie
I just kick thick game, some people say: why?
Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back
So I school the fools about the fast track
I get static from the style of my technique
Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night
Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street
Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat"
The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say?
The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael J
[All]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[VERSE 2: Melle Mel]
I'm back, on the block, on the screen
I'm on the wax, I'm on the stage, I'm on the scene
I'm on the case, just like an attorney
The Dude took me on a magic journey
To dance in France, alone in Rome
On the farmlands of Nebraska, the cold of Alaska
The heat of the motherland
To be with my brotherman
On top of a snowcapped mountain I'm scoutin
What another man saw in a race of people
To see him give his life for the price of equal
The highest wisdoms, the richest kingdoms
The Song of Songs we heard David sing them
He showed me me when I was young and hung out
He showed me makin love, even showed me strung out
He showed me poppin nines, standin on a rock
But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block
[Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers)]
Stokie's just Stokie, mama
(Stokie's Stokie)
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they care enough
(Ain't nothin gonna bother Stokie much)
Some say they can't take it no more
(Comin here, comin here startin stuff)
But Dude is back on duty fo' sho'
(Back on the block to stay)
They say he ain't gonna be with it
(Comin back, comin back to the street)
But Dude he know you'll never forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern or consume
As I reminisce before this
The bliss that exist
But now we brought about a twist
Cause I remember of my people bleedin
Put through slavery and killed for bravery
We shoulda got our freedom much sooner
You never seen a blackman on _The Honeymooners_
But now somehow we've learned to earn, to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a food
To nourish, so to conclude
This from an Asiatic descendant, Big Daddy is shocked
Yo Q, we back on the block
[All]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[VERSE 4: Kool Moe Dee]
An everlasting omnipresence is my present
State of being, seeing the unpleasant
Sight of righteous souls live like peasants
The mind stunts growth in adolescence
My insight enables me to enlight
The weakest of minds, and I put em in flight
As I transcend, a-scend or de-scend
Re-create, re-incarnate and re-send
The powerful spirits of our ancestors
For those that don't know how God blessed us
Because man messed up, the media dressed up
Lies perpetrated as truth, and it left us
Confused, but I've seen it all before
From Babylon to the Third World War
I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity
Back on the block, and this time my identity
Is the Dude
Ba-ba-ba-back on the
Ba-back on
Ba-ba-back on the block
Ba-ba-back on
Ba-ba-back on the block
[Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers)]
Stoki, ke Stoki, mai-bo
(Stoki, Stoki)
Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa
(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)
(Stoki ke Stoki, mai-bo)
(Stoki, Stoki)
Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa
(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)
M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena
(Kha'mye, kha'myeke wena)
Yo khala, khala, khala, u mama
(Yo khal'u mama khe)
M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena
(Kha'mye, kha'myeke, wena)
Yo khala, kha, 'yok 'shaya u baba
(Yok shaya u baba khe)
[Rev. Jesse Jackson]
Now I would - I would contend that ah -
The rappers - rap is here to stay
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Quincy Jones Lyrics
album: "Back On The Block" (1989)
Prologue (2Q's Rap)
Back On The Block
I Don't Go For That
I'll Be Good To You
The Verb To Be
Wee B. Dooinit
The Places You Find Love
Jazz Corner Of The World
Birdland
Setembro (Brazilian Wedding Song)(Instrumental)
One Man Woman
Tomorrow (A Better You, Better Me)
Prelude To The Garden(Instrumental)
The Secret Garden (Sweet Seduction Sweet)
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Letras de "De Vuelta En El Barrio"
Letras de Quincy Jones
"De Vuelta En El Barrio"
(feat. Big Daddy Kane, Ice-T, Kool Moe Dee, Melle Mel)
[Todos]
De vuelta
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta, en el barrio, para que podamos rockear
Con el soul, ritmo, blues, be bop y hip hop
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta en el barrio
[VERSO 1: Ice-T]
Ice-T, déjame mostrar mis credenciales
Un joven jugador, criado en South Central
L.A., hogar de la bolsa para cadáveres
Si quieres morir, usa el trapo del color equivocado
Solía entrar a tiendas y gritar: "¡Al suelo!"
Si te mueves un centímetro - AK dispara
Pero tuve suerte porque nunca pasé por momentos difíciles
Fui bendecido con la habilidad de soltar una rima genial
Todos mis amigos murieron o cayeron en la cárcel
Perdieron sus diamantes, la policía remolcó sus Benzos
Viviendo esa vida que pensábamos que era
A toda velocidad, pero el coche volcó
No te voy a mentir, porque no miento
Solo suelto un juego pesado, algunos dicen: ¿por qué?
Porque estoy de vuelta en el barrio, recuperé mi vida
Así que educo a los tontos sobre la vía rápida
Recibo críticas por el estilo de mi técnica
Profanidad, la forma descarada en que hablo
Pero el Tipo sabe que las calles no son un juego de niños
¿No conoces al Tipo? Quincy es su primer nombre
Me dijo: "Ice, sigue haciendo lo que haces, hombre
No te importa si los cuadrados no entienden
Si dejas que te digan qué decir y qué escribir
Toda tu carrera terminará mañana por la noche
Rapea desde tu corazón, y tu corazón está con la calle
Rapea en mi disco, hombre, Kimiko, envía el ritmo a Ice"
El Tipo es sin duda, ¿qué puedo decir?
El hombre puede ir con Ice-T o Michael J
[Todos]
De vuelta
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta, en el barrio, para que podamos rockear
Con el soul, ritmo, blues, be bop y hip hop
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta en el barrio
[VERSO 2: Melle Mel]
Estoy de vuelta, en el barrio, en la pantalla
Estoy en el disco, estoy en el escenario, estoy en la escena
Estoy en el caso, como un abogado
El Tipo me llevó en un viaje mágico
A bailar en Francia, solo en Roma
En las tierras de cultivo de Nebraska, el frío de Alaska
El calor de la patria
Para estar con mi hermano
En la cima de una montaña nevada estoy explorando
Lo que otro hombre vio en una raza de personas
Verlo dar su vida por el precio de la igualdad
Las más altas sabidurías, los reinos más ricos
El Cantar de los Cantares que escuchamos a David cantar
Me mostró a mí cuando era joven y salía
Me mostró haciendo el amor, incluso me mostró drogado
Me mostró disparando nueves, parado en una roca
Pero las lágrimas vinieron a mis ojos cuando me mostró mi barrio
[Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers)]
Stokie es solo Stokie, mamá
(Stokie es Stokie)
Y una por una cada mujer que besa
(Él la besa y ella se enamorará)
Stokie es solo Stokie, ¿sabes?
(Stokie es Stokie)
Hasta que alguien demuestre que le importa lo suficiente
(Nada va a molestar mucho a Stokie)
Algunos dicen que no pueden soportarlo más
(Viniendo aquí, viniendo aquí a empezar cosas)
Pero el Tipo está de vuelta en servicio, seguro
(De vuelta en el barrio para quedarse)
Dicen que no va a estar con eso
(Volviendo, volviendo a la calle)
Pero el Tipo sabe que nunca lo olvidarás
(De vuelta en el barrio para quedarse)
[VERSO 3: Big Daddy Kane]
Retrocede y dale espacio al hermano
Para que la poesía florezca a quien
Le pueda concernir o consumir
Mientras rememoro antes de esto
La dicha que existe
Pero ahora hemos provocado un giro
Porque recuerdo a mi gente sangrando
Sometida a la esclavitud y asesinada por valentía
Deberíamos haber obtenido nuestra libertad mucho antes
Nunca viste a un hombre negro en _The Honeymooners_
Pero ahora de alguna manera hemos aprendido a ganar, a crecer, a mostrar
La elevación de un pueblo construido es tan
Jesse Jackson, Miss América una negra
No más vivir solo por una pequeña fracción
Una vez me dijo el Tipo que el conocimiento es un alimento
Para nutrir, así que para concluir
Esto de un descendiente asiático, Big Daddy está impactado
Yo Q, estamos de vuelta en el barrio
[Todos]
De vuelta
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta, en el barrio, para que podamos rockear
Con el soul, ritmo, blues, be bop y hip hop
De vuelta en el barrio
De vuelta en el barrio
[VERSO 4: Kool Moe Dee]
Una omnipresencia eterna es mi presente
Estado del ser, viendo lo desagradable
Vista de almas justas viviendo como campesinos
La mente atrofia el crecimiento en la adolescencia
Mi perspicacia me permite iluminar
Las mentes más débiles, y las pongo en vuelo
Mientras trasciendo, asciendo o desciendo
Recrear, reencarnar y reenviar
Los espíritus poderosos de nuestros ancestros
Para aquellos que no saben cómo Dios nos bendijo
Porque el hombre lo estropeó, los medios disfrazaron
Mentiras perpetradas como verdad, y nos dejó
Confundidos, pero ya lo he visto todo antes
Desde Babilonia hasta la Tercera Guerra Mundial
Soy más que un hombre, soy más como una entidad
De vuelta en el barrio, y esta vez mi identidad
Es el Tipo
De-de-de-vuelta en el
De-vuelta en
De-de-vuelta en el barrio
De-de-vuelta en
De-de-vuelta en el barrio
[Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers)]
Stoki, ke Stoki, mai-bo
(Stoki, Stoki)
Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa
(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)
(Stoki ke Stoki, mai-bo)
(Stoki, Stoki)
Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa
(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)
M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena
(Kha'mye, kha'myeke wena)
Yo khala, khala, khala, u mama
(Yo khal'u mama khe)
M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena
(Kha'mye, kha'myeke, wena)
Yo khala, kha, 'yok 'shaya u baba
(Yok shaya u baba khe)
[Rev. Jesse Jackson]
Ahora yo diría - yo sostendría que ah -
Los raperos - el rap está aquí para quedarse
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Letras de Quincy Jones
álbum: "Back On The Block" (1989)
Prólogo (Rap de 2Q)
De Vuelta En El Barrio
No Acepto Eso
Seré Bueno Contigo
El Verbo Ser
Wee B. Dooinit
Los Lugares Donde Encuentras Amor
Rincón de Jazz del Mundo
Birdland
Setembro (Canción de Boda Brasileña)(Instrumental)
Mujer de Un Solo Hombre
Mañana (Un Mejor Tú, Un Mejor Yo)
Preludio Al Jardín (Instrumental)
El Jardín Secreto (Dulce Seducción Dulce)
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