Like Father Like Son (Letra)

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Music by elton john
Lyrics by tim rice
Elton’s solo version is unreleased

Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

Don’t come on so cocksure boy, you can’t escape your genes
No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes
Listen good and listen straight, you’re not the master of your fate
To this you must be reconciled, you’ll always be your father’s child
At times acclaimed, at times reviled
You’ll wind up doing just what i’ve done
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

Don’t assume your vices get handed down the line
That a parent’s blood suffices to condemn the child’s design
I’ve done wrong, i can’t deny, but at least i know that i
Shouldn’t blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock
But i’m no chip off any block, i wouldn’t wish those words on anyone
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

Son, you’re nervous, take my hand
All is settled, all is planned
You’ve got the world at your command
I don’t think you understand

Just have the slave if you must, and be done with her
Don’t ever speak of her like that again

I appreciate too well, the squalor at which you excel
It isn’t very hard to tell, evil’s a distinctive smell

From this day on i choose my own way
If i choose to be with aida, then i will be
And no one, not you, not even the gods can stop me

He’s lost all sense of reason, and why? some foreign slut
Not only is that treason, some doors are slamming shut
Just like me, he’s found that flesh can excite but will enmesh
Watch me rid him of this blight, once the harlot’s out of sight
Then i think he will see the light
He won’t walk back to daddy, he will run
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

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Like Father Like Son (Letra)

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He was raised in the english way
His daddy taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
They sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone else’s rule

And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away

He read letters from home at night in his bed
And got this uneasy feeling when his father said

Fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy

He bought his daddy’s car and he learned to drive
And when he left school he got a nine to five
He met the girl and he got his spouse
And they had the child and they got the house

And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away

He loved his son and he helped him build walls and fronts
He knew he’d heard it before
Someone had said it once

Fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy

He raised his son in the english way
And he taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
He sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone else’s rules

And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away

It must be something much deeper than fear or pain
Another child learns a pattern he won’t break the chain

Fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of god and the feel of the rod
Will raise the next boy

Like Father, Like Son (Letra)

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(chorus)
Passed from old to young, wise to dumb
Somethin’ wonder where i got my smarts from, where i got my heart from
Live by the gun, then die by one, your time gon’ come
Learned from my pops like father, like son

(verse 1)
The fedz can’t bug him, ‘cuz to fear him is to love him
‘till death hugs him, leavin’ the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food while he’s grubbin’
Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble ‘till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the fedz had plenty on him
Died with the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki’s while i’m waiting
The cash, combination stashed behind the painting
Give my son everything he’s taking, what he wants he can flaunt
The car keys with the red dupont

(chorus)

"yo tone, if your father was alive you wouldn’t be out here
Running around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
Yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life
You know what i’m sayin? yo fuck that i give up."

(verse 2)
Naw, that can’t be tone, who’s father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep seats fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin’, ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin’ ninety on sharp roads handling
Can’t be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzling
Said call her jasmine and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicks
He posed holding tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suit
Should’ve saw dubez, bubling like crisco oil
Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball

(chorus)

Yo, ten o’clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin’ image of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to clown on him
Tone went, "whatchu good for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it’s on, tone went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, tone knows hoe’s goes with crime
Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole time
That’s why he brought em’ to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>from a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, "bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don’t wrestle"
Put it to her head and said, "god bless you"
Ran into the crib and went straight for the guns
Peeping the assainants through high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone ain’t goin’ out like bruce and brandon
Bombs in the canon, ak’s and bazooks
Cocked all of them shits back, said "this is for pop dukes"

(chorus)

(verse 3)
Of course gotta admit he was smarter than i thought
Buried bodies under the porch and never got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there’s always smarter
And first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father

(chorus fades)

Like Father Like Son (Letra)

Elton John

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Written by: elton john/tim rice

Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

Don’t come on so cocksure boy, you can’t escape your genes
No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes
Listen good and listen straight, you’re not the master of your fate
To this you must be reconciled, you’ll always be your father’s child
At times acclaimed, at times reviled
You wind up doing just what i’ve done
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

Don’t assume your vices get handed down the line
That a parent’s blood suffices to condemn the child’s design
I’ve done wrong, i can’t deny, but at least i know that i
Shouldn’t blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock
But i’m no chip off any block, i wouldn’t wish those words on anyone
Like father, like son
Like father, like son

Son, you’re nervous, take my hand
All is settled, all is planned
You’ve got the world at your command
I don’t think you understand

Just have the slave if you must, and be done with her
Don’t ever speak of her like that again

I appreciate too well, the squalor at which you excel
It isn’t very hard to tell, evil’s a distinctive smell

From this day on i choose my own way
If i choose to be with aida, then i will be
And no one, not you, not even the gods can stop me

He’s lost all sense of reason, and why some foreign slut
Not only is that treason, some doors are slamming shut
Just like me, he’s found that flesh can excite but will it mesh
Watch me rid him of this blight, once the harlot’s out of sight
Then i think he will see the light
He won’t walk back to daddy, he will run
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son