Feel my finger paint Color to stimulate ya
Rise relate ya Pass in love and nature
Rhymes to break ya, take ya Up to the maker
Away from the pain We feelin safer
The liberate to rectify the soul
Written in red, green, black Trim it with gold
We been in war Hey man we seen it all before
Got you feeling the fundamentals of flow toe-to-toe
How we battle You can light the shadow
Walking with a bring a barrage of marshmallow Yellow
Words and word curse Lip style mellow
Zion the lion-hearted fellow Bellow
Finger paint you can hold the weight
When the mind is great, then the soul create
I reperate like I'm water when I change my state
Mindscape to the next levitate
Breakin all the shit that I don't want to hold
Makin all the slumbers inside me flow
So in all the seasons can make me grow
And I'm breathing
I'm breathing slow
Breathe In...Out
Feel my finger paint as the world spins
Let my finger paint cleanse your sins
My finger's paintin' all colors on your skin
See my reflection in my brother, my twin
I'm sparkin' a light to your soul deep within
You can hear the echo when I drop my pen
The children hold hands under the rainbow
Everywhere we go we bring the same flow
Feel my finger-paint on my parabola
Supernovas, nebulas, satellites
My finger's paintin' all over the mic
My finger's paintin' lightning when it strikes
Bring down the rain, release the pain
Master the craft, die ya rocks ya game
My fingers paint across all terrain
My finger paint penetrates your brain
Breakin all the shit that I don't want to hold
Makin all the slumbers inside me flow
So in all the seasons can make me grow
And I'm breathin
(feat. Susie Suh)
[Verse 1:]
Systems of pressure
Blessing my freshest lighthearted breathe
Deep inside we weave, mental styles deceive
Try to listen believe, enter my heart my art I spark
Black markers written on walls, I'm standing so tall
We ball - sometimes we fall
Gotta get up, don't trip, Apostle Paul
Speaking my gospel, do it like this, but life it feels hostile
I - search the skies, I'm doing it everday
This is how I shall rise
[harmonizing]
One more thing...
[Verse 2:]
Brain cells react, everytime that I'm putting on impact
Contact, method explode, let me explain with my raps
Written in blood, living in water, do everything like the daughter
Of Earth - birth, place, turf, sometimes it seems I'm not worth
Anything that I would be, I sing my song so I can be free
Just watch me, clock me
Liberation is all that I know, my flow
[harmonizing]
I got one more thing to say...
But I don't know how...
Don't know how...
We can't keep something alive
That has no heart
Doing what is good
Is not doing what is right
So the beat goes on
Time has come to be a hero
See your name in bright lights
Swept away with grand illusions
Force fed visions of fame
Your guard is down
You are the hunted
In a corporate world
That has no shame
Contracts signed all hail the new kings
Kept in a state of eternal bliss to be
Stranded like thousands that went before me
Stranded but I will never lay down come on
Break out, rise up from oblivion
Rise up, sinners an saints
Break out, rise up from oblivion
Rise up, black sheep shall survive
Bathing in short living glory
Quickly becoming a faded memory
Drowning in the hidden vortex
Overflowed with ruined lives
Beaten by the glamour forces
*harvest fruitful lays between the lies
This phoenix rises out from the ashes
From a light that never goes out
Stranded like thousands that went before me
Stranded but I will never lay down come on
Stranded like thousands that went before me
Stranded but I will never lay down
Stranded like thousands that went before me
[Verse 1]
I'll take a runaway train from the reigns of shame
And focus things so my head don't hear my brain
It's how I'm seeing - keeping it even with balanced
breathin
When the Zion train come it's the last one leavin
I'll be long gone, when I'm finally home
Just relaxing from the action in the danger zone
It's my rest bit, catching my breath before I exit
Return to the Earth, be on some next shit, bless this!
[Chorus]
One time, maintain shine, chains can't bind, free your
mind!
Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla
Aiyyo one time, maintain shine, chains can't bind,
free your mind!
Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla
[Verse 2]
Scolding sill, mellow ice grill, people keep on
telling me to chill
But I know it only poetry can feel
With emotions that I mostly need to heal
It's all part feeling, strong whip black children
March through the streets with a million
Dealing with injurious, just us against us
We must bust back until they vanquished
Attack, pull over fool this is a jack
Now gimme back the fad and my bamma weed sack
My culture, every day I'm getting closer
Living it up like I'm supposed ta
Who the king ruling this? (Jah!)
Jah the light'll never miss ya
One of these days I'm gonna kiss ya
Touch you with my lips against the cheek
Gonna hit ya, so every day I'm reading scripture
One day!
[Chorus]
Holla (holla!) holla (holla!) [4X]
Let's get steady the beat get 'eavy
When this hit you better get ready
Barricade your brain the fallout to deadly
Runaway for the 'ad the Serengeti
The good that you speak no speak of the smelly
Stink like meat gone bad brother tell me
Why you never want to call Jah from the celly?
Why you wanna never call Jah from the celly yo?
[Verse 3]
Maybe gold, when I unload, make an ego explode uh
They be gone soon's I enter in the do' uh
We be venting unrelenting too cold uh
Fuck a white collar, sucker can't do me nada
Been in a lotta situations made it hotter
Homie but we gotta live it gotta follow
Give it then I get it, spit it make it proper
It's alright, plus my mic sound nice
Flip it, be specific, them yell dice
We fly on a gamble, try learn to handle
Ways that the days of life fade to candle
And flicker, sicker, black when the cut back
'Fore we lose track of where we at...
[Intro: Scratched vocals]
Kharma, "One" "One"
[Verse 1: Zion]
Yo, a te' a te' a te' a testin' one two
I'm sendin' out a shout to all the massive in the crew
I think if you could get into my space and
Thoughts travel at light speed of conversation
Hell within the slim borders of mind quarters
Seats in carport or servin' short orders
It's torment the way the Kharma spin orbit
I memorize all my trauma and then record it
It's all live, never been Memorex
To manifest faith through my text, let the bill collect
(Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay-ay)
Yo, I step aside trouble, boy in a bubble
I spit, do my thing, give me space like the craft hubble
This here rumble in the world, what you didn't know?
Have the rich eat the po' with they dinner roll
It's habitual, life within this digital citadel
Make me holler "Condition critical!"
See a pistol pull, seen a solution
Baby gettin' fed a syringe of confusion
Gun blast make cash, it's just murder
Ratings gettin' higher with insanity and further with it
[Chorus: Zion w/scratched vocals]
Little boy think it's fine, little boy is gonna pay-ay ("Kharma")
Everything you do come back to you someday-ay ("Kharma")
Can't face the sun so hide away-ay ("Kharma")
Little boy think it's fine, little boy is gonna pay ("Kharma")
[Verse 2: Zion]
Yo, fire gas lit, act like the Mac spit
Won't make your back flip, trapped in a casket
Reminsce on the life that he missed
Only sixteen when it came down to this
Videos, TV, action heroes
Blood lust, bust a vein for DeNiro
Burn like Nero did to Rome
Why you all upset now it's at your home?
When it was at mines everything was just fine
But now you start to see everything in due time
[Chorus: Zion w/scratched vocals]
Little boy pack a gun, little boy like Tanqueray-ay ("Kharma")
Everything you do gon' make your hair turn gray-ay ("Kharma")
Nowhere to run, are you afraid-aid? ("Kharma")
Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay ("Kharma")
Pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay
Little boy is gonna pay
[Beat switch]
[Verse 3: Zion]
Guns and money go hand in hand
It's the way that the devil keep controllin' man
Rebels who fight in the name of Jah
But with sticks and stones never get that far
Seeds is planted, trees is chopped
Many await the day that Jesus drop
But in the meantime, live lives of sin
At the gates of Heaven, they can't get in
Preachers, teachers, holy rollers
Terrorist bomb, Pakistani soldiers
Mason bankers, ancient races
Fight for the keys of our sacred places
Bases loaded, we up to bat
Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat
Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit
Good seed look, don't do bad, too
You got choices to make a dif'
Ain't no weight so heavy that you can't lift
Everything you do come back, no if
But when you understand Kharma, life's a gift
[Outro: Cut vocals]
Flow has many dimensions
Rhyme scheme, consciousness
Goodness gracious, this place is so spacious
I'm feelin' so live and vivacious
Blessed with the ancient
The epitome of gymnastics and bombastic we blast it with such
Detail to the touch and back up the bum rush
Make 'em hush, knock 'em out flush
Shake 'em out their shoes, bad energy blues
What rules? Haven't you heard the news?
(Hey) It's the boogie man's trance advancing the expansion
Major flavor now engaged with your dancing
Crazin' raisin' up the roof curing cancers
A whole lot of problems, nobody but answers (Uh)
Gang of killers, acting like gorillas
Dropped a little math, but you still couldn't feel us
Rappers acting like drug dealers for the skrillas
The business with the trash that they claim is the realest
Rock rock man
Freak freak man
Cheeba cheeba man
So unique man
Rock rock man
Freak freak man
Cheeba cheeba man
I'm a leader
(Uh) Who shot Malcolm and put talcum on my tecs
And put the ghetto youth on a vex -
Sentence. End with a vengeance, street light presence
Wanna be king because we live like peasants
Living on a borrowed time 'till tomorrow
Pray, meditate to style like Frida Kahlo
Feeling muy cansado, then you should pucker up
Guaranteed just let the G-O-D fill your cup
(Yeah) Beneath the skies, where the mountains rise
Make the whole world wise come feel these vibes
See the problem lies behind your eyes
Don't let your time run short before your energy dies
Your persevere - is so severe
Before they - burst in here and make it worse in here
It's your worst fear, it already hurts in here
You can see clear but you can't get out of first gear
(Yeah) I time travel, flip it to a different channel
Grab the handle, ride it and guide it
Into your own private utopia - euphoria
Road warrior - I didn't come for Gloria
I've come as a courier to give you a note
I walked and took a plane and I sailed on a boat
They told me to tell you that we need your support
And if we don't come together then we coming up short
In the valley of dry bones I'm gone with Acey-
Along my gracy, Ju-jitsu with ponce
Scatter like mics I like a lot of types
Flight in the sights the best feeling in life
Energize I the eyes to higher heights
Pass skies where the children sing and fly their kites
I'mma see light, the sun it rise in spite
Sometimes it's hard to say I'm sorry yo
yo, eh, my raps written in a whirlwind, so if my tail spin
just point at me and ill begin where the twirl ends
its difficult to open up, wounds that never shut
and watch it bleed while these rap critics eat it up
but such is destiny, a limit of choice
I'm the coppertone chiller, with the little kid voice
used to never talk, thoughts too deep, they're philosophical
to drop interpretations, quite logical
systematic pressure, I ingest and write my letters
the misery, visibly, breaking me, physically
I walk around half-smiles, hiding pain deep, knowing that I ain't feelin
right and it's hard to sleep/ subconsciously worry about my mom and poppa
she want another life where she marry her a doctor
and after all these years it's just tears
she wanted something more, but it's hard to shift the gears
pops stressin out, didn't know he did nuttin wrong
apologetic, say your sorry but the hurt has been done
same old song, but I don't understand the melody
treated like a criminal, third strike felony
its hard as fuck when you see your pop cry
lookin deep into my face never blinkin an eye
say your sorry
[Chrous]
sorry, didn't mean to hurt nobody
sorry, never knew I was hurtin you
I'm sorry
yo this is for the ladies that I did wrong, it's sort of crazy
that I would write these words up in a song, hopin maybe
to get some closure, relationship's already over
I'm healthy and I'm sober, no brownies made of doja
born in october, I'm a libra in my placement
the qualities of my sign, they leave me here adjacent
to romance, I cant say ive been faithul
ive cheated many times, for experience I'm grateful
even, bleak and honest, posturin like a madonnas
while kissin on your neck, pullin deeper marijuanas
manipulatin, you was giving, I was taking
my girl weve been forsaken, like muslims eating bacon
its kinda squalor, I dont know what else to call it
you opened up your heart and I had to go and spoil it
this is for the sisters who I really got deep
nicky, jackie, queen afuya, Big T
all due respect cause we met for a purpose
I hope you ain't ashamed cause the time wasn't worthless
I'm sorry
[Chorus]
to all my homies gettin my back, I'm never lonely
if I ever dis, raised a fist, I was only
caught up in the moment, thought you was my opponent
I saw myself in you for a minute, and I wanted
to fight me, likely I was mad at self
sometimes it's easier to blame someone else
without ya'll couldn't stand the constant demands of livin rap life
It's only right that we band/ together against the restless tides of oppression
I'm firin rhymes like smith n wessun
progression is made with a simple step, even jesus wept
I'm lettin ya know too long, these feelings kept
inside of my mind, true friends hard to find
(feat. Pep Love, Jog9)
[MC Zion:]
Yo, R.I.P. to my warrior's gone
Stokely, George Jackson, Huey ?
If you feelin me, we should be, family
Vanity, hold us back mentally, my brother be strong
Til the time come, wisdom upon the drum
Where we come from guns clap the sun
Lemme visual, lifestyle hate habitual
Proceed with caution, niggaz ritual
[Pep Love:]
Return of the black William Wallace
2002 Shaka Zulu with two black steel revolvers
In the community, all of us
Got to get involved cause that's the law for us
Mr. Officer, we don't want no trouble
We just doing our black thing, making our own government
You'll be lucky if you don't get locked up
Shackled, chained, and dropped off, picking all of the cotton
[Chorus: Pep Love, MC Zion]
It's time to get this shit crackin
It's time to do this warrior dance, turn thought into action
It's time to loosen up your bones
Get on the dance floor, time to get it on
To all my people in the struggle! (Where ya at?)
We gotta bubble! (Where ya at?)
To all my people in the streets! (Where ya at?)
Rock to the beat! (Where ya at?)
[Pep Love:]
I speak sporadic war tactics when my metaphors backflip
Perform black magic then I chop 'em with my war hatchet
Cultivate the crop so we can cop the proper yield
When we drop the real shit, we keep it poppin!
Don't make me start chuckin spears up in here
I got words for your ears and a bucket for your tears
A threat for your fears - I'm set
On this revolutionary concept that we slept on for years
[MC Zion:]
I'm just like Hannibal when I ramble through
Make moves, elephant tough, voodoo crew
Phenomenal, writer, skill of a crimefighter
Make mine divine will intice ya
Tighter than Lycra, my microphone
One height be gone, the type of mind to leave blown
I could just, cry a river, the plight of my niggaz
We die, for five figures don't lie, it happens
[Chorus]
[Pep Love:]
I'm hot under the collar but melanin keeps me cool
Twelve sinner if you think me fool
Watch my obsidian glow, peep my ebonical flow
I heave all over the beat and let my self go
I'm coming through the lane throwing elbows
You won't ask no mo', they keep saying "Hell no!"
We gotta take reparations, so make preparations
For the invasion of the alien nation
[MC Zion:]
Yo, I might change the world, this place need a makeover
B-Boys, B-Girls, this a takeover!
Rap fanatic, the flag got static
Flying at half mast but we way past tragic
Flow subliminal, make my mic mineral
Take my flight general, can't we strike veniful
I'm at the show where it go down
David got a stone in the zone, he wanna throw now!
[Pep Love:]
Who's the criminal? Show me your leader I'ma let him know
We'll let the children and the women go
Me and my generals prepare for war
We are war-i-ors not scared of y'all
Yeah, yeah, hey
The cityscape where I stay is gettin hot now
Unemployment is high and buildings is gettin chopped down
Gold teeth populating the block
Slurring slang they ignite on the lookout for cops
Make the shots ring out like the Liberty Bell
No escape from the heat that's getting hotter than hell
Like the oven's on broil, with blood stains in the soil
Pimped on in the colors of crown royal
And little sister's got a baby on hip
And her momma never home so the cycle is sick
Young ballers on the court wanna play in the league
But got knocked in the spot for a quarter of weed
It's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes
Much more to living life than emulating them hoes
I try to speak truth in the form of my flows
But the temperature is rising it's harder to grow, fo' sho'
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street (it's gettin hot in every way)
Heads up, eyes open, rest in peace headquarters
Tunnel vision, most of us is rushing like a special order of stolen NIA (?)
The block is hot the ghetto on fire
With more narc sales than Avon Barksdale from that show The Wire
We keep growing like hair when you die
Black butterfly on the rose that's preparing to fly
I paint a picture with the color of the orchid, it's vivid
Whatever kid I talk it, I spit it, I walk it, I live it
God bless every step and need to go through a reverend
Your boy used to gouge an eye out just to get into heaven
We live between heaven and hell like John Constantine
Doing crimes they confessing like a teenage drama queen
We were leaning now were falling down like Michael Douglas
I spit it fast, I gotta get it out, they might unplug it
And try to drug us, so I stay aware and watch out for the set up
f/ Goapele
I taste the bitter
And the sweet
The sweet and the bitter
Number one draft pick
Metaphysic flow spit up
Sip my own licks as strong like pop liquor
Drink from my flask, kick back till it hit ya
Hick up, excused we sipping Jah brew
Got me so high, hardly know what to do
Been waiting y'all, glad you finally came true
Celebration of yaself, family and friends too
Crew, who? Said it's taboo, for me to show my feelings
Don't you know I'm loving you?
Capiche, released stress at the doormat
Fresh with the raw rap collapse in your format
Backspin again, Jah 'll wade your waistline (?)
Why hate and waste time, bounce with the bass line
Follow, to sunsets and tomorrow, why rappers don'tnever
Understand their role models, sick with the bottle
Let it get hollow, medic, get sweaty by the spit (of )my motto
Holler back, I've died cold and you got the 'nac
I'm asking all of my people, where ya loving at?
[Chorus: Goapele]
So don't fight the feeling
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
I shot the tribe: death, Judah
Twelve when I delve
Deep into your mind
Praise Jah know yaself
Wealth is at state in
A mental debate
It's all in the fate
Plant seeds then you wait
Be patient, backwards? is found
When the ancient are the living, stay down
Kings sport ya crown, queens sport ya crown
Jah brings light, now the cipher goes round
We build, chill, party, act ill
Then we back to the lab for some more battle drills
Skills that's for real, fellness is kill, houseless is lost
In the blizzards of their mills, still I arise
My a ancestors let my soul catch fire
And serve as a beacon, for lost soulseeking
A candle per say like in a dark day
We reaching sky high, help me get by
Sometimes I need a boost, so I touch the lye
Don't fight the feeling, when I write
RevealingI'm a light the mic, with hype
Might you fiending for
[Chorus]
Cold Cold copper
Skinny, rap 's in it proper
Drop funk like a sock in ya gym locker
Pop collars, I rock impala's
Meet me at the beach, money rain dollars
Rhyme scholars, the green and the MP
I plan to be out like Marcus Garvey
See D-awn, trip on ya sizzle, cocaine and pistols
Boy that's a issue or two, you can 't see thru the lies
Control the mind, lord knows I'm trying
Resign, flip manuscripts It's amp live with the beat
And boom tick
"Come on!"
Fa ya gon', fa ya gon'!
Check it out though
"Come on!"
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea yo yo
You could never understand
The way that I feel but you swear ya can
Cuz you politics just make me sick
Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split
[Verse 1:]
Yo I never roll dolo, even when I'm solo
Spirits come when the drums throw bolos
Baby rocking Polo, cocoa butter tears
Words to offend you shystie ass queers
You made for the scrillas, welcome to the realest
Styles that we bless, too fresh! You can't feel us
Fronting on the radio cause you can't blend
Hard for original sounds to get spinned (true!)
Always was a weird one, never fitted in
It's such a damn shame in the rap game mayne
Freaking you need to envy to hear the beat
Letterspeak don't mean shit in the street without heat
from a video - action! What's the main attraction?
Gimme ten hoochies look like Toni Braxton
Tell 'em ill, it's the sex that's selling
People get scared when you hollering for rebellion
Let 'em sit in a pool of piss
Taking sips from a stale deck motionless
The American dream, get fat and die
But Zion I never question Allah, hahh!
[Hook:]
You could never understand
The way that I feel but you swear ya can
Cuz you politics just make me sick
Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split
Now rock y'all, rock alla y'all
Punk rock so hard 'til the walls'll fall
Cave in to the basement, keep it raw
You never seen what been to before
[Verse 2:]
Yo yo yo yo shit like this make me get pissed
See what's wrong, it's such a long list
Unemployment, inflation, lack of motivation
Make me wanna go on permanent vacation
AIDS, STDs, ecstasies
+Sex in the City+ carry death disease
Don't trip, get ya grip, flip ya script
Worship ya money like a program chip
Hooked up to I.V., read my I.D.
I'll stow away my flow so you can't find me
Is you ready?! In the cut like machetes
Burn Babylon cause she get me with the 'fetti
Eyes getting heavy, rock another medley
Twist it up like Ragu with spaghetti
First in a deadly array of influence
A firm is a faux term, learn how we do this
Few could pursue it, avoid kissing Judas
Aim my brain to maintain with the coolest
Past your position, listen the mission:
Struggle the bubble of the worldwide friction
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I travel backwards blues, dirty ass shoes
Walking in the mud cause my crew pay dues
Punk ass promoters, posers, freeloaders
Put the scratch down 'fore I bomb with my soldiers
Do it real tough so my veins'll bust
Rush up to the stage feeling dangerous
Get crushed in the stampede, what I need
Fifteen minutes so I'll plant a seed
How deep? So deep you can smell defeat
Of the devil underneath so you can't be weak
Temptation, that's all I know
But I stand in the light, cause Jah him said so yo!
[Hook]
Now rock y'all! (rock y'all!)
Rock y'all! (rock y'all!)
Rock y'all! (rock y'all! rock y'all!)
You never seen what we been to before!
[hook fades in]
(y'know what?!)
Everything comes back in due time
I throw D.U.S.T. on your shoe-shine (y'know what?!)
Soldiers in the camp getting out their line
They done lost their mind (y'know what?!)
My fam stands solid
I give my all to the cost you take it away from me?
(y'know what?!)
You see this mic? Stay away from it!
You see these streets? Dont play on it! (y'know what?!)
Spit my flows - I know they hatin on it, debatin on it
(y'know what?!)
School is in - You tricked me once, but I wont be
fooled again (y'know what?!)
I love the rap game, it's hard to maintain with a
bullet in your brain (y'know what?!)
I'll be here when the world ends
In due time you'll see your real friends
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's the same cycle
Day in and day out
You could take another route
But what's it all about?
Places we go
What the next day brings
You just never know
[Verse 2]
(y'know what?!)
I'm just a man like you
I used to be a fan like you (y'know what?!)
I stand with my crew, stay true
Tell me what you wanna do? (y'know what?!)
There's a feeling in the air
People act strange (y'know what?!)
Who to trust? He talked to Heat D.U.S.T
I'm outta ya range (y'know what?!)
Too much bloodshed
It's like a blow to the head (y'know what?!)
Don't go to the feds, and both of us dead
Don't you be scared, you're breaking the bread (y'know
what?!)
Keep takin that red light, you heard what I said,
right?
It's time to end (y'know what?!)
In the worst way, get your birthday
Sometimes Allah got no mercy
[Verse 1]
This is Zion I commanding this ship
Planet Earth, we'll be landing on venus
Landing on venus
Yo yo sometimes she shake her thing
Sometimes she wanna chill
But otherwise she searchin' for that dog gone dollar bill
Yo she setting up a kill from the moment that it starts
Praying on the weakness that be lurkin' in their hearts
Seen it a million times i'm sure a million more
Cos venus she be working through the powers of amore
Mon cher ri mon cher ri I adore
That's what they be say thinkin' the heart is pure
But lets explore the reasons for the seasons
Why this sister wanna to committ all these treasons
Like a sequence hit rewind cat
Now find the meaning to the scheming when we come back
[Chorus]
She wants money stacks
Fat cadillacs
Spend all her time dining out with big macs
Think a little green give her something to feel
But the best thing she can do is just chill
She wants money stacks
Superstars and cars
Wanna own a house a palace and casbahs
Thinkin' that the green give her something to feel
But the best thing she can do is just chill
[Verse 2]
Of the nubians
She's queen of illu-sion
Got a sub of box
Of mens thoughts
Tell me how you create all midnight skies
Cos when i'm standing by you all my time flies
Thats how the web get weaved
You join in its spin and you start to believe
Even though your sixth sense
Tell you that you're already slipping sense
She's takin' all your cents
That's when the drama commence to start boomin'
Man, woman we both only human
That's just assuming that you still in the chase
Sister running holding karats right in front of your face
[Chorus]
She wants money stacks
Fat cadillacs
Spend all her time dining out with big macs
Think a little green give her something to feel
But the best thing she can do is just chill
She wants money stacks
Superstars and cars
Wanna own a house a palace and casbahs
Thinkin' that the green give her something to feel
But the best thing she can do is just chill
[Verse 3]
Purity and soul untouched virgin snow
Follow me into my deep cerebral
Money ain't for nothing it come and then it go
So why do we allow it to cause so much woe
I don't know but neither does he
Who be chasin' round sisters for a nominal fee
I can see why it may be like that
Brothers wanna react to what they think they lack
I can see here she comin'then she's gone
Brothers just a pawn
Can not last very long
[Chrous]
She wants money stacks
Fat cadillacs
Spend all her time dining out with big macs
Think a little green give her something to feel
But the best thing she can do is just chill
She wants money stacks
Superstars and cars
Wanna own a house a palace and casbahs
Thinkin' that the green give her something to feel
[Intro]
And the time says... [x2]
[Verse 1: Zion I]
I'm like Golgo 13 assassinator
Known to those zones microphones and faders
I slip into
Where you've never been to
Come through and witness God within you
I think you
Really like what you see
In your inner most depths the rest is poetry
And it's spoken
From the city of Oakland
Where the flames is hot and rocks be smoking
No jokin
We begin to speak
With the word on the street vibrate to concrete
As a basis
Foundations we create this
Watch for what you wish God will assist
All endeavors
Thoughts like feathers
To carry the bird within your soul to the ethers
Always and forever
I still be
In the place with the grace
Do you feel me
We'll be on the run for the new sun
Til the last day when armaggedeon come
Armaggedeon come... [x2]
[Hook:]
Life is one big road with lots of signs
(scratching: manifestation)
If you relax yourself and just chill you can take the time...
(Relax your mind)
To be yourself and free your mind...
(scratching: elevation)
And when you do it right...
You know your inner light shines
Your light shines... [x3]
(scratching)
(This ain't no game this is life)
[Verse 2: Zion I]
In the middle of the night
I rhyme right
While my man Amp whippin up the beat sham
To inspire we set flames higher
Callin up the spirit talkin on a live wire
Just for the conflict
Just for the place
Just for the days when I was a mental slave
Allow my mind to climb when I ride mics
Take flight jump up withcha satellite
And get high from the soul less shower
Creator is the power
Destruct and devower
I'm on a Timex and my concepts
Better represent what I want to come at cha
Don't got time to play for this worktime
Everyday I gotta pray for the sunshine
Take time
Illuminate self divine
In a little time realize one mind
Yo...
[Hook:]
Life is one big road with lots of signs
(scratching: manifestation)
If you relax yourself and just chill you can take the time...
(Relax your mind)
To be yourself and free your mind...
(scratching: elevation)
And when you do it right...
You know your inner light shines
Your light shines... [x5]
[Outro:]
This ain't no game this is... life [x2]
(scratching)
This ain't no game this is... [x2]
(scratching)
This ain't no game this is... life
I'm like Golgo 13 assassinator...
Assassinator... [x2]
And the time says... [x2]
In your inner most depths the rest is poetry...
Sometimes I feel down and lonely
And I can't carry on
When I (?)
Makes me wanna carry on
Makes me feel brand new
Make me feel brand new (x2) (Codany Holiday)
Every breath is a prayer
We still livin
World still spinnin
I'm still thanks givin
Trying to get it right
But I'm left here trippin
Make me feel brand new
Used to feel a lil better
Bout the garden I'm tendin
Weeds in my life
Enemies I befriended
Feels hella heavy
Please don't get offended
Make me feel brand new
Got jealousy and envy
Round every corner
Suckas pop (junk?)
But I know they don't want it
Smile in my face
But I know it ain't cool
Make me feel brand new
I ask you to forgive em
In this world of sin
We all need a little love
Where to begin
Was a child now a man
You my bestest friend
Unseen but you feel like my next of kin
(What should I do,
When Can I
Talk to you through my antenna
What should I do,
When Can I
(Make me feel brand new)
Talk to you through my antenna) x2
WIsh I could come home
Talk face to face
3rd rock from the sun
Drift through space
Spinnin like an angel
With a dirty face
Make me feel brand new
Like the world turn quicker
With every drag clicker
Hand on the post
One eye on the ticker
When the last (drop is sand?)
What the hell we supposed to do
Make me feel brand new
Greenhouse in effect
So the globe get hotter
Third world villages
Can't find water
Sons get the sins
Passed down from the father
Make me feel brand new
I wouldn't ask you the question
To save us all
But I bask in your blessing
The pain is raw
We were cut from your cord
When we took the fall
So when I'm lost in the sauce
Help me find the shore
(What should I do,
When Can I
Talk to you through my antenna
What should I do,
When Can I
(Make me feel brand new)
You over civilized, trapped in your suit and tie
you should relax a little, you should check out my riddle
please dont apologize, so scary all the time
relax your body let the 808's take your mind
you way too watered down, i need it uncut
dont play your flashy babalon ill have you fucked up
id rather rap arouse, too scared to shut your mouth
my feet be on the couch, like its my mamas house
just try to kick me out, i kicks a lot of dust
we from the west side, where its murder plus
so call me sara bust, up out that other city
where we dont see no pitty, relax and kick it wit me
Geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat, geek geek to the beat,
geek geek to the beat and its time to get down
Geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat, geek geek to the beat,
geek geek to the beat and its time to get down
My crew we walk around, like bones is in our noses
we stop to smell the roses, dont trip im way too focused
you just a happy druggie
starbucks and life is lovely
addicted to a comfort zone im gone way too much
deep in a pile of bills, too busy writin hits
you searchin through a catalog tryna cop a fit
oh what a trendy shit they ride up to a beat
you never catch me in the street without a verse to speak
im sucha savage dude when im compared to you
give me an obstacle im guaranteed ill battle through
now what would jesus do? he'd give you life lines
and so ill flow all of my ryhmes from my right mind
Geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat, geek geek to the beat,
geek geek to the beat and its time to get down
Geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat and its time to get down
geek to the beat, geek geek to the beat,
Now let's begin in it
Call me the bad lieutenant
Cause I ain't that impressed by that car you rented
I know they wanna fit in, I'm like 'my God'
Learn how to grow some thick skin
You got the whip, rock the jewels and the fit
Go head and follow, I'll be rolling with my clique
Burning incense (yeah) they tried to call us yoga
A couple years later set to take this game over
I never rolled a Rover in the hood like King Cobra
Trying to be patient but I ain't your blood donor
It's Zumbi style flip your head like cheap liquor
From the A to the Bay, had to leave to get bigger
We wanna blow it up, I call it coming up
When the Tecs started bumping it, now we pump it up
Boom bap music blood is running through my veins
Never been afraid, ain't scared to make a change
Doesn't matter what you think
Feel free, you can hate on me
I'm in deep to a beat
And the music's taking over me
They call me starving to grimy
We rock the party, that's what you know
Change up my style, but the soul stay Pluto
Don't believe me you can kiss my culo
Synthesize funk from the keys of a Juno
Stay in one place, run a rat race
If you want, I'mma funk and freak your mind-state
Zumbi just chillin, Amp just chillin, Zion I just chillin
The cooks stay building, one at a time
Every style, every flip, gon' sharpen the mind
Have speed, party rhyme, deep in the sign
I'mma shine regardless, I gotta get mine
You gotta get yours, we gotta get through it
So open your pores and let the homeboy do it (do it) (do it)
Doesn't matter what you think
Feel free, you can hate on me
I'm in deep to a beat
And the music's taking over me
I get Sick Wid It like my name E-40
I got the grip on style and yo they all my homeys
Got Pac in my pocket, Big L in my pencil
Nas for my dental, BIG's in my stencil
$hort for the _____? _____? keep it crackin'
Rakim to God, the 40 track slide
Ice Cube and Tribe, I got them inside
I open up my heart and let the soul provide
So open up your heart and let the soul revive
Down Below, where the cold winds blow
Roots sustained from the blood that you flow
Hard to see, hard to see where you be at
Where we meet at
(digging?) for you there, but I knew you would be back
can't you see that? Fear inside my chest
walk alone, I'ma free that.
Down Below, where the cold winds blow
Roots sustained from the blood that you flow
Hard to see, hard to see where you be at
Where we meet at
(digging?) for you there, but I knew you would be back
can't you see that? Fear inside my chest
walk alone, I'ma free that.
Sittin' in the same place, swingin' on a swing
Playin' all alone, don't know, wanna hear you sing
I can hear the screams and the whines and the moans
I can hear the dead men rattlin' their bones
Turnin' over tombs
Shame that's never gone
Spirit went to god, but the body stay at home.
Livin' in regrets in a house with no exits
I will let you free, but a priest is your best bet.
You ain't had no rest yet?
Ain't you getting' tired?
Hundred years of runnin', so much pain on the inside
Can I burn a candle? Shall I say a prayer?
Know you feel alone, no one sees you standin' there
can't you see that? Fear inside my chest
walk alone, I'ma free that.
Free that, free that, free that
.(repeats and fades)
I got a bird's eye view
Hip hop, there's so many things you can say about it, you feel me?
Like, on the real like, hip hop is just, beautiful
Hip hop is life
[Verse 1]
From the first time I saw you, infatuation
Pulled to the side to provide conversation
Wild reputation but you were so cool
Any old fool knew that you was a jewel
Ghetto to ghetto, your influence settled
More hardcore than r&b; but not metal
Blacker than the kettle, you made me feel mellow
Introduction to my life, I said "hello"
Meet me in a minute 'cause I gotta finish school
Some of my homies, they never finished puffin' woo's
Stayin' up late, always studying the tapes
The world watched you fall in love, I guess fate had a,
Grip on my mind state, I wanna rhyme, wait
I fell in line, getting signed at the wrong gates
And so my heart braced at first for real
But I would still be lovin' you 'cause deep is what I feel
I got a bird's eye view
I be wit'chu, I be there wit'chu
I be wit'chu, I be there wit'chu
She's the one I always count on, one that wouldn't leave me
One that's in the city always written in graffiti
One that keeps me company, when I'm all alone
She's my heart, my mind, my spirit and my bones
She's the only one I know that would go across the globe
Meet me in a foreign land, treat me like I'm home
Everything I own, give to her, she deserves it
Treats me like a king, every syllable is perfect
Searched through the earth for a reason just to be here
And since I met her every moment's like a leap year
Baby you can sleep here, you can stay with me
Anywhere you go, know I'm probably gon' be
Full of energy, and you never acting tired
You're everything I need, when I prayed, God supplied
You my chonky fire, blessings you provide
How many times have you watched the sun rise
How many times have you looked deep into your lovers eyes
how many times have we spit phat rhymes
how many times
how many times
how many rhymes would it take
just for you to relate
and understand that we're livin in a police state
how many a pretty penny I would guess
non the less
? he's got us all desensitized under stress
how many tales of whore shore to shore
before the last days is here that for shore
how many days before we get more mature
and brothers with babies take care of there ladies
how many mics get crushed blown to dust
before we discover the true power within us
how many times can we rhyme about the same thing
before we realize stand up we got to change things
how many times have you seen the sun set
how many times has your ass been in debt
how many times have you bumped our cassete?
how many times
how many times
how many times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for over four hundred years
how many times have you lied cheated acted conceited
didn't needed you want it
how many times runnin
how many scars and cuts
bruises from the battle from those who got beef
how many ever seen cattle
killed in cold blood
so you can eat it up0
how much more till somebody says that's enough
how many times have you watched a full moon?
how many times have you cried alone in your room
how many times have you felt the bass boom?
how many times
how many times
how many more of the hardcore rappers and gun clappers
gotta die before we realize? zion i?
how many change in shadows
how much came in tobacco
how many bottles of 40 oz
death can we tackle
how many at the chapel
how many will be saved with fires rage
surface of earth is getting blazed
how many cause everyones got? an opinion?
this is shit to zion crew expresses um
how many times has a baby been born
how many times has lightening stuck in a storm
how many times has your work been bought
how many times
how many times
yo how many times
*scratching*
how many live in the projects
how many have sex
before they fell in love
how many people forget
where they came from
i seen some people that lost
how many brothers get accused and hung on the cross
how many children get neglected
how many get raised
in the land of the empty
the home of the slaves
how many times can we rhyme about the same thing
before we realize stand up we got to change things
how many times has the sky dropped rain
how many times has your heart felt pain
how many times mastered again and again
how many times
how many times
how many times have you seen the sun rise
how many times you looked into your lovers eyes
how many times have we spit phat rhymes
how many times
how many times
how many times have you seen the sun set
how many times has your ass been in debt
how many times have you bumped our cassette?
how many times *fades out*
how many times
how many times have you watched a full moon?
(Verse 1-The Grouch)
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet spots found
The diction to detox, three Pac's now
He walks with, he talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, know what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a shrink before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, life learnin' it, pat
Never wanna see the world turn into a track
I ain't runnin' no game, small time, no names
If we one in the same, you gunnin' for change
(Hook-Zion (The Grouch))
Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one"
(Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two")
Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four")
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one")
Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"
(Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They feelin' the styles
(Verse 2-Zion)
Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys ground packs
In the belly of the beast where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light occurs
How we cultivated words like they sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it, with no budget
Independent game, man, with my slang tang
You can do the same thang, utilize your damn brain
Metaphors are mountains, countless bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, clubs and houses
We rain like fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my whole team
(Hook-The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.})
{Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one"}
(Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two")
Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(F.A.B., Hit 'Em with a "one")
{And Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four")
They feelin' the styles
(Verse 3-Mistah F.A.B.)
Let the beat give life to dead souls
The rhymes turn wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole nother level
The drums, the bass, the snares and the treble
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, then I fall on ya
My mindstate define great, the crime rate
Got me irate, it's high stake, so why wait?
Move now, roll out
Hate it when Hip Hop's finest sold out
My gold out, but I'm pourin' my soul out
I never change, only my shows get sold out
So, what's the science? Don't be defiant
My music turn midgets to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, Grouch and Zion
Mistah F.A.B. is who I am
(Hook-The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.})
Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one"
(Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two")
Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four"
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one")
{And Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"}
(Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four")
Zion I F/ Planet Asia
Miscellaneous
Critical
[Zion I]
Yo checkout the superb tech
Cashin' checks through dialect
Doper than the gold around your neck
This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs
I show the whole damn world my gift
For Paris I'm speakin' upon
Powerful just like a pod
Positioned in the proper placement
Focus like militant deep as concentrational caverns
Devising secret plans on spitting atoms
I verbalize
Lust to bust
Just as dangerous
As watching Mt. Vesuvius erupt
Corrupt a data disk
From the super soul powered slums
I-N-I, Planet Asia make it bump, bump
I'm deep off in the trunk
SWATS call it crunk
The 15 inch whoofers make the beat go thump
I dump clips of pros? goes
The chillin' is killin' with the illest type flows
[Hook]
"Rap legends presidents felt" -> Nas 'Nas is Like'
"Put us together" -> Mobb Deep 'Survival of the Fittest'
"The outcome is Critical" -> GZA/Genius
"Set it off" -> Jeru The Damaja 'Mental Stamina'
[Zion I]
Yo, vocally blessed to beat you into submission
I paddle units which protrude from the underside of trains
Do not touch I'm high voltage
Like the third electric
Emergency phones needed in every tunnel for the murder method
You're dealing with the armed forces
We wave warm torches
Through the trenches of the onslaughtness
? up next
I'm anticipated post my plan is to stay behind my every line stated
Deluxe, eon flux-uate what I pronunciate
Cold verses be lookin' out but y'all people got months to wait
Life as it is baby, Zion I got me flyin' high
My mind's inside music symbolic to I-N-I
This ain't the Sci-Fi Channel
We true and living legends of this beat freak committee
Clash Of the Titans through the vinyl
When we splash the Atlas with the rules of the game
We out the old school and came to drop a jewel on your brain
[Hook]
[Planet Asia]
My brother hit me on the game
Said that we original man
And we manifested here to spit slang
I thought a minute, and let it sink
Deep like the Titanic
We wider than the ocean of Atlantic
Pacifical mythical styles
In the west it's gettin' wild
I'm chillin' like the Sphinx upon the Nile
Reverberating
Why is you hatin' hip hop we creatin?
Across the desert sands we be bakin'
My melanin
The key to lock rock spots and flocks
Walk the rugged avenue with my B-Boy bop
It's evolution toss a pebble at the devil and smile
I'm rebellion while propelling freestyles
[Zion I]
From the bottom to the top I made a lot of em drop
Hip hop's the lifestyle of urban civilians and even cops
No it don't stop
Once again another classic fantastic rap shit
That'll make y'all MCs wanna practice
How to lock shit down like Daddy?
I blaze mics for days
Hit the page light stage and burn Sage
Then engage
This ain't a faze or some played out gimmick
That's worth to? for the fact
that most of y'all cat's is timid, vivid
Views of the do and don't don't apply,
to the uncompromising Planet Asia, Zion I
Worldwide renown
Zones of the chosen few
Verbal rhymes I cipher shots to leave holes in you
When life brings trouble
You can fight or run away
I have no struggle
Relax watch me float away
I'm coastin'
I'm coastin' on a dream
I'm coastin'
This one's for you and me
Not to set trip but my car jets west
As I drift over cliff
The sunset yes
It’s me and myself
I needed a rest
The windows down breathin' deep in my chest
I used to feel hopeless
Now I feel so rare
Seats lean back
Can't see my chair
See my eyes reflect in the sky
I feel so divine givin'; thanks I'm alive
Cuz we came a long way since our days in the Ay
Sleepless nights was tryna get right
Now I just glide
Wind in my sails
I toast to the ocean
She balance my scales
West coastin'
Got the breeze at my left
believe in me black boy
When life do you well
Stay focused
True indeed it´s a fact
When those hard times come love will bring you right back
When life brings trouble
You can fight or run away
I have no struggle
Relax watch me float away
I'm coastin'
I'm coastin' on a dream
I'm coastin'
This one's for you and me
Now some pop bottles some chase models
As if it´s all live primetime the Apollo
Mighty big pill too many can´t swallow
The pain got 'em trippin´ off things feelin´ hollow
Weight in my brain
Spittin´ my slang
Cuz I don´t wanna I don’t wanna go insane
I´m forward on my mission now I´m deep in the game
Got my speakers on blast while I´m switching the lanes
Stay low-pro kinfolk
Started out at Kinko´s
Ten years later out to Vegas on a G4
The seats bucket when we puff puff pass
Passports in my luggage got my beats on smash
Attitude of a winner that’s some VMA
So we feel like its summer anywhere that I lay
Ay You see ay till the day that we out
Stay strong through the struggle that´s what life is about
When life brings trouble
You can fight or run away
I have no struggle
Relax watch me float away
I´m coastin´
I´m coastin´ on a dream
I´m coastin´
This one´s for you and me
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La dee da
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
In the four-one-five-one o fo' sure
It's Martin Luther now you know it
(Verse One)
Don't ask me no questions partner, be the fire starter
Used to take Mata, nomadic places with the earths
daughter
Emerged from the waters straight raging, anger on the
street be amazing
Shit lingers, like the old soul senders
On the corner catching high stares like a sauna
You's in Ghana, Whitehouse in Ghana
Dark city with the face so pretty
Tried to stick me in the 60's but you missed me, missed
Escape break through the space of a break-beat
Like an athlete style be organic
Causing damage it's hard for folks to manage
Sometimes, players passing red wine, red thoughts on
Babylon's bedtime
Let me tuck you in, blankets full of sin
Chasing dollars down the street that you live in, so
grim
Here's some ground never learn to swim
Sun rising on the backstreets of Oakland
This is streetlife
(Chorus) x2
What?! You get stuck! Buck buck!! Shot to ring out
Turned down, life, a cheap Christ, streetlife
Mic's, my device in this street life
(Verse Two)
I see Darryl on the other side of the grill
Where there's paper-chasing in this land to make a meal
Also born fossils and bread that is stale
While people loote'n'kick it bodies drop, oh well..
It's a place where babies that having babies
Well who called the shots??!! (*wait a second) Hey man
it's crazy
Breaking all these barriers that claim so amazing
Making tunnels of sound, freeing the foundation
It's like Momega walking on probation
And fearing all the people that feel equal in this
nation
Making wheat grass to everlast a stimulation
But I can't slow down this demonstration
And I gotta keep this sacred
Solid as a whole, 360 degrees, cipher as I role
Down to the avenue, it gets sold
I maintain for the revenue, forget gold
Chorus x2
This is streetlife (x2)
What you going to to with you life, when they turn out
the light
Streetlife...Streetlife...Streetlife...The Streetlife
(Verse Three)
Yo, and what the fuck goin' on?
Im'a gonna metamorph in the early morn
A walkin' timebomb, but I stay calm
Life like an animation flick from Hong Kong
Daily chores reaping what I sow, digito?
Cable ready got my Lakers ready so I let her flow
Guaranteed to survive so I proceed to cats under the
In the land of milk and greed
With the heat in the street, bumpin' to the beat
Motivate the brains speak gains to the concrete
Eveready for the last day's battlin'
Rocking rhymes like this, suckers scattering
Tallying victories over seven sea's, rap degrees
vaporise over PhD's
Interlinked, breathe in sink
God's the foundation, boy you better think
Chorus x2
(fading)
What'ch you and your crew goin' to do about the
Zion I intro:
Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need.
Gimme what I need gimme what I
need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need.
[Zion I]
Dear Lord you show me the best of times
You show me the worst of times
Confusion all over my mind but still I keep bustin' rhymes
And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need
And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed
We proceed with the mic bless
Fashioned in your likeness
More deadlier than vipers
Lyric spirit snipers
Ignite us
We'll be candles in the dark
Solid like Noah's Ark
I was destined for this part
In the scheme of thangs
We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings
But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips
Now who's equip to come up on a grip
Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response
And I'm locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch
Eliminated comp-atition they gettin' bombed in the trunk
Cause we keep 'em chunk in the trunk
They gettin' bumped in the trunk
[The Grouch]
What can I learn from living life?
What can you learn from what I write?
I study till my lungs are bloody to him I'm just some Silly Puddy
Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust
So I spend my day programming what... sounds?
Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn
so they can hear and know it's on
If the flow is strong I'm smart
If you're stupid it's not art
Marks are made so many ways
You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed
A chapter is what you're after
[Hook]
Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
Grouch: To help them trace my tracks
Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
Grouch: To stand and face the facts
Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
Grouch: To lead them not astray
Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need
Grouch: To say what I got to say
[Grouch]
Now you can faze me with your laughter your smiles or your pain
I feel your trials when I'm down and out or winning at the game
No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed
Cause by life we're so impressed, we all wish we had a next
And that's no matter how much I complain
Really couldn't place no blame
I'll just refrain try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim
I scope and got the flame
To make and knock and sock the same
Got to use the brain
So I can lose the chain
[Zion I]
See Grouch you my guru leader
So I don't need to pack no heater
Like syrup you make this sweeter
This ballad is beemer teeter
I'm tryin' to find myself
Look at reflections of everyone else
Some of y'all might find that funny but do not know your wealth
You make the world turn
You make the fire burn
You make the wind breeze
The sinner fall to his knees
Now that's some powerful
And I speak my words truthfully
As far as I know
Yo we all got some of God's beauty
Hook
[Zion I]
Let me crack my seventh seal don't rush
Microphone's gotta get crush
I thrush with the force of a rocket booster
This ain't what you're use to
Now we gonna fly high singin this song la la la
If you don't believe in yourself you best to try
Ain't nobody said this life is easy
Everything a test
Is you gonna do your best?
Hide in the cone of flesh?
You got to stay fresh
Cause if you stop you stagnated
Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a jail
Believe I can and I will
Set these rhymes to sail
But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill
I stare off in the distance
Rhymin' with persistence
Cause rhymin' is a mission
Will anybody listen?
[The Grouch]
Now if you put me through any time of need
I'm sure I'll call for help indeed
Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed
Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation
Situation rather unexplained I maintain relations
In lay men's it's a vibe I felt
Déja vu inside myself
I speak it verbally
Made sure all them fools have heard of me
Believe I'm well connected
Not a prophet who's been resurrected
Trust and I expect it
When I bust it's higher effects to match your spects
Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words
God he lives within, all of this he's heard
Every word (every word)
(Zion)
Original master, architect
Intel-lect, respect
My heart full of splinters
Agitating, so frustrating
Letting dreams stay as dreams
What are you waiting, for?
Feel the score, deep in your center
Immaculate is the conception enter
My dragon ways, for so many days
I rode on a ship with a hull full of slaves
A foreign land, foreign mind, foreign time
A foreign design to keep my people blind
I'm, a rebel in a system that don't give a fuck
Where CEO's feed your death
To earn a buck
And people get stuck
Followin the trends
Of a TV generation
But where does it end?
You can say amen
But you really got to feel it
Then every time you see a snake
You'll reveal it
(hook)
Seem like everybody trippin'
Or is it me, bein normal nowadays
It'll drive you crazy
Go to work 9 to 5 everyday, no retreat
You got to have a dollar
Just to get somethin' to eat
It seem like everybody trippin'
Or is it I? Crazy lady walkin around
Shoutin curses at the sky
Instrumentals be the lullaby
Rhyme stimuli, now come along
And vibe as we praise most eyes
You be trippin'
Why is you trippin, why is you trippin'?
(Zion)
Now in this rap consortium
There's a whole colosseum
Of fake rap cats
Who tax human beings
Just a micro-cosm
Of a larger macro-problem
I sit with my pen and pad
Imagine ways to solve 'em
You can call me a dreamer
But I do not need a Beamer
To validate existence
I'm blessed in every instance
False pretense
Is what angers me the most
I'm good at counter attacks
Don't try to play me close
Don't toke toast, just roast
With my rhythm and give 'em
A hundred percent of what i'm livin
If it seemed like super ?
God must've lied
When he told me he will die
On the road that i fly
Keepin' me high
Rockin till the day that i die
If i told y'all people once
why is you trippin? why is you trippin?
(hook)
(Zion)
Most of us settle for less
Which really ain't fresh
I travel east to west
To chart progress
I found the common denominator
To always be stressed
And make me loose my breath
To think about the death
That happened when we rappin
But we just keep clappin
I pause for a second
Respect to the dead...
And let it enter in your head
Too many things on my brain
In this wicked game
TV, fear, pain,
Will leave you stained
Welcome to the other side
They said it never rained
You'll never win a game
Where the rules always change
First a college degree
Now a PHD
But if you got black skin
You need at least about three
Combat, in the illest ?
Verbally, with the solar energy
To let the people be free
Because we, are ?
(feat. Mistah F.A.B.)
[Verse 1: The Grouch]
Street blocks to tree tops, sweet spots found
The diction to detox, three Pac's now
He walks with, he talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath Living Legends Reebok's
I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, know what you know and show that
Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think Ac', shrink wrap
Rap with a shrink before you and ink the tat
That's permanent, life learnin' it, pat
Never wanna see the world turn into a track
I ain't runnin' no game, small time, no names
If we one in the same, you gunnin' for change
[Hook: Zion (The Grouch)]
Amp, Hit 'Em with a 'one'
(Zion, Hit 'Em with a 'one, two')
Go on and count me in, now 'one, two, three'
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em with a 'one')
Grouch, Hit 'Em with a 'one, two'
(Go on and count me in, now 'one, two, three, four')
They feelin' the styles
[Verse 2: Zion]
Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all through to my veins
Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys ground packs
In the belly of the beast where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light occurs
How we cultivated words like they sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it, with no budget
Independent game, man, with my slang tang
You can do the same thang, utilize your damn brain
Metaphors are mountains, countless bouncin'
A multitude in viewed, clubs and houses
We rain like fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my whole team
[Hook: The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}]
{Amp, Hit 'Em with a 'one'}
(Grouch, Hit 'Em with a 'one, two')
Go on and count me in, now 'one, two, three, four'
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(F.A.B., Hit 'Em with a 'one')
{And Zion, Hit 'Em with a 'one, two'}
(Go on and count me in, now 'one, two, three, four')
They feelin' the styles
[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Let the beat give life to dead souls
The rhymes turn wienies to red bulls
The feelin' is a whole nother level
The drums, the bass, the snares and the treble
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, then I fall on ya
My mindstate define great, the crime rate
Got me irate, it's high stake, so why wait?
Move now, roll out
Hate it when Hip Hop's finest sold out
My gold out, but I'm pourin' my soul out
I never change, only my shows get sold out
So, what's the science? Don't be defiant
My music turn midgets to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, Grouch and Zion
Mistah F.A.B. is who I am
[Hook: The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}]
Amp, Hit 'Em with a 'one'
(Grouch, Hit 'Em with a 'one, two')
Go on and count me in, now 'one, two, three, four'
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, Hit 'Em with a 'one')
{And Zion, Hit 'Em with a 'one, two'}
(Go on and count me in, now 'one, two, three, four')
They feelin' the styles
(feat. Martin Luther)
[Verse 1: Zion]
Hey, I made a promise to myself, I said I'd trust me
Know that God done chose my wealth, I adjust, he
I was so stuck up in a funk, it was hard to just get up
But then I ate away the bump, then I was set free
Lawdy! I'm set free, nothin' can touch me
Even when the road of life, it get bumpy
I be chillin' with my trues, sneakers for my shoes
Never slip sideways, all I do is sing blues
Used to mash the gas, now controls set on cruise
Used to need a breezy, now it sound like old news
Years passin' by, but the faces in the crew
Man, they always stay the same, keep it tight, I thought you knew?
And I'm feelin' so thankful, my cup runneth...
Over, gettin' closer to the summit
In this lifetime, givin' y'all all that I can
Feel the memories and words in the heart of a man, yeah
[Hook:]
It's so unusual
'Cause I feel so fly today
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's somethin' beautiful
Lifts Me Up, I fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: The Grouch]
Lucky labeled me the Duke of Earl
But now that seems like a past life, shoot, you could twirl
When eighty, but baby, me I'm not a ballerina
Maybe I was crazy, I learned a lot and seen a
Large portion of the globe, though
Old habits, rabbit like, now I enjoy it more and probe slow
Keep goin' up, I feel the synergy
Created with my woman since '98 'til Infinity
And Zion I, by and by, see eye to eye
A Legend's work is never done, we try and try
I heard it said, that things go in cycles
The way that I'ma work it, pay attention to the light bulbs
Be rightful, owners upon us
The next moments, check your vitals, the bone isn't so much
Don't go nuts before you turn to accumulate
Your greatest gifts, learn to appreciate
[Hook:]
It's so unusual
'Cause I feel so fly today
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's somethin' beautiful
Lifts Me Up, I fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's so unusual
'Cause I feel so fly today
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's somethin' beautiful
Lifts Me Up, I fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk light, for these are the bad lands
Bad lands, these are the bad lands
Bad seed, castor bare of soil
Weeds run free through the golden oil
Milk outside, it's bound to spoil
Know a couple bad girls 'n they all adore you
Somethin' to assure you, we'll secure you
The television say they can do that for you
Wanna go to sleep, gotta seek a drug
Shorty on the street thinks her man's a thug
Went and got shot cuz he need the pub
Record blew on up, tell you life is rough
Mama ain't home, daddy doin' dirt
Lil' Jimmy got the fo' fifth from the shirt
'Bout to go bizerk, just needs some guidance
But in the bad lands, the results are violent
Rhymin' on the corner using gun shots for snares
Bad enough lands to make punk rockers care
They don't give a fuck just like we don't give a fuck
Righteous man get bucked and some stopped to stare
Blood on they backs cuz they ran, just a grub on scraps
No daps, mean loves n' a slug in the air
How many beefs wore to the point where everybody eats when it's over, that's rare
And in a prayer, I begged the All Mighty to spare
My daughter from fake thugs, real drugs, and players
I've been around that shit and I'm embarrassed
You been a town jester, that's careless
Perilless pits I've dodged like it's my job
They worship twisted gods and spit facades
To get that wad, what will you do?
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, till it kills you
[chorus:]
Tumble weeds and twisted tales
These the bad lands where the angels fail (Bad lands)
Make money, try to stop the fear
If you think it ain't real, then you ain't been here (Bad lands)
[x4]
This is a place where babies are hooked on drugs
Before they see the light of day
A land where doctors'll necessarily cut them out their mothers' stomachs
Just to make more pay
Their fathers run away
Consumed with the most ignorant shit you can think of
Cuz it's been dangled in front their faces like a carrot to an ass
But still they know better, they're just too scared to be outcasts
It ain't about past; let's talk present and future
Fuck presidents, what do you do with your power, your control?
Control yourself
Going dumb's not really a movement, you're really going dumb
Look at the shit they play on the radio
And got the nerve to wonder why rappers keep dying in the streets
Stop putting 2pac and Biggie on magazines until you understand the significance of why they died
Don't ya'll get it? Humans are bigger than they're supposed to be
Check yourself before you come out the house holdin' a piece,
Runnin' off at the mouth, sayin' trendy shit like “yes sir' and “ye ye'
Like it's the only thing you know
Yea, that shit is fun but don't let it be the only thing you know
Ultimately, it won't get you anywhere and trying to get out of here
Leave these bad lands behind, get in touch with my spirit, my body, and mind
Cuz I'm divine
And if no one ever told you you were, well you are
And that's it.
Zion I F/ Planet Asia
Miscellaneous
Critical
[Zion I]
Yo checkout the superb tech
Cashin' checks through dialect
Doper than the gold around your neck
This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs
I show the whole damn world my gift
For Paris I'm speakin' upon
Powerful just like a pod
Positioned in the proper placement
Focus like militant deep as concentrational caverns
Devising secret plans on spitting atoms
I verbalize
Lust to bust
Just as dangerous
As watching Mt. Vesuvius erupt
Corrupt a data disk
From the super soul powered slums
I-N-I, Planet Asia make it bump, bump
I'm deep off in the trunk
SWATS call it crunk
The 15 inch whoofers make the beat go thump
I dump clips of pros? goes
The chillin' is killin' with the illest type flows
[Hook]
"Rap legends presidents felt" -> Nas 'Nas is Like'
"Put us together" -> Mobb Deep 'Survival of the Fittest'
"The outcome is Critical" -> GZA/Genius
"Set it off" -> Jeru The Damaja 'Mental Stamina'
[Zion I]
Yo, vocally blessed to beat you into submission
I paddle units which protrude from the underside of trains
Do not touch I'm high voltage
Like the third electric
Emergency phones needed in every tunnel for the murder method
You're dealing with the armed forces
We wave warm torches
Through the trenches of the onslaughtness
? up next
I'm anticipated post my plan is to stay behind my every line stated
Deluxe, eon flux-uate what I pronunciate
Cold verses be lookin' out but y'all people got months to wait
Life as it is baby, Zion I got me flyin' high
My mind's inside music symbolic to I-N-I
This ain't the Sci-Fi Channel
We true and living legends of this beat freak committee
Clash Of the Titans through the vinyl
When we splash the Atlas with the rules of the game
We out the old school and came to drop a jewel on your brain
[Hook]
[Planet Asia]
My brother hit me on the game
Said that we original man
And we manifested here to spit slang
I thought a minute, and let it sink
Deep like the Titanic
We wider than the ocean of Atlantic
Pacifical mythical styles
In the west it's gettin' wild
I'm chillin' like the Sphinx upon the Nile
Reverberating
Why is you hatin' hip hop we creatin?
Across the desert sands we be bakin'
My melanin
The key to lock rock spots and flocks
Walk the rugged avenue with my B-Boy bop
It's evolution toss a pebble at the devil and smile
I'm rebellion while propelling freestyles
[Zion I]
From the bottom to the top I made a lot of em drop
Hip hop's the lifestyle of urban civilians and even cops
No it don't stop
Once again another classic fantastic rap shit
That'll make y'all MCs wanna practice
How to lock shit down like Daddy?
I blaze mics for days
Hit the page light stage and burn Sage
Then engage
This ain't a faze or some played out gimmick
That's worth to? for the fact
that most of y'all cat's is timid, vivid
Views of the do and don't don't apply,
to the uncompromising Planet Asia, Zion I
Worldwide renown
Zones of the chosen few
Verbal rhymes I cipher shots to leave holes in you
Intro:
Zion I crew. Amp Live, DJ KG, Zion. We're love and peace
(Verse 1)
The metaphorical, mathematical word science
Lyrical compounds react plus minus
Earth's finest, I represented on Venus
Girl gotta be pregnant so now she got my fears
Good God Jesus
Let me lace up my Adidas
My crew spread like AIDS you just can't see us
Subterranean, memories keep on fadin' in
Of when I was a king in Mediterranean
Landscapes greet time for?
And chill while rain drops splatter on glass lakes
Reactions powerful poetic fraction
Let's grip and leave trails like acid trips
I diagnose
If you need a larger dose
Flows that pharaoh knows will leave you comatose
Like Nesa, the pyramid rhyme pleaser
I verbalize with the wild type demeanor
And speak wit
Archaic souls of the O
Times when our minds use to shine beautiful
(Hook)
It's like begin, world spin, then
You fly we fly in
Time is comin'
Ill I still will chill feels
Like blessin'
Rockin' not top charts hip hop plots
Tick tock clock domes stop
I still will chill feel
I just need some elevation (echo)
(Verse 2)
Yo, yo bust it
The spirit warrior I creep up in your mind corridor
And tell my name leave your stain in euphoria
Type color brothers cloaked in camouflages
I'm rugged and tough like them old school Dodgers
With the meaning like Masonic lodges
And even though we divine remain monstrous
So who your God is
Yo I'm just an artist
Walk with a torch navigate though the forests
Lookin' for sanctuary the legendary
The tree of life I'm my only adversary
And who we friend is a pen I begin
Creatin' conversation no time to play pretend
? most high we all gotta die
I'll take the higher path cause it's only I-N-I
Though money's like tryin' to fly without a sky
It makes me ask the question what's the reason why?
Hook
Need some more elevation. I need some elevation. Give me elevation.
(Verse 3)
I always plan to win, when I enter into something
The Zion I crew keep your spirit jumpin'
The mic is plugged in turn table set
Commence to bombin' like a Vietnam vet
My dialect is set to erect
Palace
When I can sip upon a chalice
And reminisce upon the sweetness of this
Experience my inner world total bliss
I will image a realm without the dragon (say what?)
I be designed to keep your dream laggin'
And deferred
My word is heard
To consume the room like clouds of herb
We bless your chest with the ill introspection
And manifest use your spirit as a weapon
[Intro: ~Woman~]
Poems for post modern decay
[Zion:]
Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain
Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
To be good worker bees, you can work for me
$2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti
Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
[Chorus: ~Zion~]
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
[Aesop Rock:]
Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
What are you consuming
Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king
Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
That's why the low brow plow through a government name
You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
[Zion:]
I keep fallin' like I'm trippin
I keep callin' be my prescription
I keep fallin', and I listen
I keep callin' for some assistance
[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]
[Zion:]
Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide
Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal
Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn
[Aesop Rock:]
Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate
Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?)
Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies
[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]
[Poem:]
Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it
Speak ease even conversations is nuclear
They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs
Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin
What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you
Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge
Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways
But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages
Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations
Attempted depletion of a righteous nation
We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin'
My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide
They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope
My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound
Chorus:
(Ahhh In the mornin
Keep on working my job
Every cent
Ahhh In the mornin
Keep on my working job
Every cent)
Fresh off the foot of the bed
I move slow
Ain't no one awake
That's why I tiptoe
Gotta keek flip go
We racin to get told
Gotta be like a baker
(In basic the stagnole?)
Cheese like im crazy
Gotta bring back home
Gotta feed all the babies
My neighbourhood said so
Takin (?) my mother my sisters my brothers
When we all okay then we say lets go
Early bird get the worm
Mama said dat tho
Hit the block wearin sock
Neighbour got mo drawer
Liquor store where they go
See em drown in the O
Gold bottle in the road
Crush it under my floor
Concrete feel the heat
All up under my feet
Like the devil underneath
Keepin beef to a beat
Keep a couple good versus
From the book of the lord
And my memories stored
Like my gun in the floor
(chorus)
We hustle and we grind
Precision at all times
Program for the prison
So we used to the dyin
Ders a gang of young crips
G's who don't trip
And a couple young gunners
Quick to empty the clip
Don't forget about the cryin
Though we numb to the pain
At the church askin why
I'm going through it again
Death runnin through the streets
You can call the police
If you wan't a rent a cop
That's controlled by the beat
At your mamas front door
Askin questions and such
Either way we're still fucked
Trouble bubblin up
From the bottom to the top
Top to the bottom
Pushes and puppets
Every government got em
Feelin like it's solomn
Maybe it's gomorrah
Couldn't find a job
Now we're sure to be poorer
Headin for the border
They're puttin up a wall
The last will be first
At the end of it all
[Verse 1]
Planet Earth.
Are you there.?
Are you listening?
Are you prepared?
I see mothership connection
Deeper into spritual realms in a dimension
Leavin some battalion, descending from Orion
Travel 'til gone, hear the bust then go
To the next level brought by bass and treble dig with your shovel
Like a fossil find me subterranean, hard like a pebble
In a microscope he's still dope, coat me with your resin
Analyze, suprise! secret weapon's always hidden
I'm fittin' to decompress, yes
Ride to the sur--face, think your best is good
I'm blowin' heat up off my chest
Don't need no bulletproof vest, drop the tec
I'm selectin' my infinite power claim and reign through intellect
Fly on a jumbo jet to tibet, meet my queen in between
All about livin' dreams in a tropical scene
Doin' my pimp walk leanin' to the side
The sky is so wide, I'm feelin' alright, let it ride
[Chorus]
Yo we travel through radio waves, roll and misbehave
We won't stop until we get done
I sit and meditate, let vision's formulate
Like the Nazarite Sampson
We pray and generate power while cowards get devoured
You bakin' deep in my dark sun
[Verse 2]
Dicin'[?] ice is the nicest
Type or size of the knife is, sights like
Samurai souls: Man what the price of your life is?!
I rock for father lifers
Cat's wit gats, deadly snipers
Little children ridin' they bicycles
Guerrilla fightas to the rhyme writers
Raft Riders, and math reciters
Cat's holdin' skunk deep off in the blunt wit gingivitis
Ignite yo lighter we takin' you higher, fire yo flame
We won't retire no higher than I'd be a liar
We walk a live wire baggy(?) a tiger
Passin' out flyer(s) tryin' to get you to come to the gig
Just to admire the rhyme-icidal: it's vital, ill-percussion is bustin'
K-G up on the AHH, 1-2, get busy cousin' with the.
While we buggin' and zonin' until
Six in the mornin we will
Rock and shock elevate non-stop, yo
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Interplanetary vocabulary, peep hypothetical
Notions in an ocean, I'm coastin' on every decible
Amp though, stay low, beneath your radar sensory
Prepositional phrases can jump me to infinity
I spin eternally, non-phsyically: invisibly
True reality is one that naked eye cannot see
In this galaxy I'm pluto, tiny but I'm rude though
Flippin' you up on your back, I attack like Judo Whaaooo
Break it down to the atom my long division
Is vision of precision of my triple fly blast
A decision that the lord maketh
Taketh away and ? the will
So I chill, crack my seventh seal, thankin' you forreal
Cuz you feel "we" with purpose
Shinin' in a light
No more reasons, no sense
You lose the feelings - lose yourself
Come and get - switch off your mind
Now you are fixed by drugs on-line
Make one move - and you're connected
Brains are digital infected
Something hides and slowly disappears in the dark
You sink in digital embrace
The child of coming future race
All you get is nothing. Slave on line
SLAVE ON LINE
No more sense No more feel
SLAVE ON LINE
Is no dream and is no real
SLAVE ON LINE
You're caught, you're trapped
SLAVE ON LINE
Cyber life - real death
All emotions should be killed
You become a half-machine
And you get this magic feel
And any wish become the real
No face, no name
Just nick and mail
You don't know -
Who's on the other end
No face, no name
Is it your best friend?
A dusted image
On thumbnail
Slave
Slave online
Life is lost deep inside
Slave
Slave online
New world
New age
New conception
It's time to shake this world
We start the styles mutation
Destroying all their laws
Enraged
We rise
We feel the shine of Stars
Inspired
By hate
New style we shall create
Follow the light of stars
Unorthodoxy
Open-minded
Dance metal
Meat machine
Release all your perception
Wake up and try to feel
Enraged
We rise
We feel the shine of Stars
Inspired
By hate
New style we shall create
Follow the light of stars
By the will of kings
By the trance of gods
We follow the stars of disappearing world
Follow the stars
Burn the bridges out
Follow the stars
New age of metal rise
New world
New age
New reflection
We start t to shake this world
We start the styles mutation
Don't go
I know you can do
It s the last chance for me and for you
It's easier - destroy than built
One step and feelings are killed
I'm sorry
It was my crime
One step over this line
Love tricks have turned to betrayal
No winners at the end of this game
No, baby boy
Tears are not salvation
Know, baby boy
My soul devastation
Just some advice
And try to believe
To forget is better than to forgive
Temptation
Was stronger than me
I'm loser - as you can see
One hour and no years of love
All shut up! Don't break the silence!
The sleep of angels prevents violence
Blades of angels will protect
Golden billion will dominate
Sleep sleep sleep
My fading world
Handmade angels keep us all
Dissipate
Your mad mad life
Angels still are on our side
Pray for peace - prepare for war
The base of human life is these words
Will to live
Will to survive
Will to rule and to divide
Stop right now
Reflect about
What you ll lose when last war start?
Work and house
Your credit noose
Think sometimes: what do they lose?
Angels of silence
Freedom and calm
Angels of justice
Fly one by one
Keep the silence, cold steel Angels
From second sunrise of innocence
Save from pain and torture, Angels
Keep the peace for human race
5 4 3 2 1 Start the Angels
Angels of silence
Bringers of peace
Angels of justice
[Verse 1]
Start the dance of mass destruction!
All the world is one dancehall
End of human evolution
DJs deaf - all exits are closed
Track by track, you have no choice
Blood rave chaos over the world
Last days, last race, twilight ages
Welcome all on blood rave show
Blood Rave, Blood Rave, Blood Rave dancers
Cyber blood - electric senses
Blood Rave, Blood Rave, burn your dancefloor
Dancing devils - Always hardcore
[Verse 2]
Start "Religion" shakes the floor
Divide the nations more and more
"Money", "Lies" and "Policy"
Two face - one democracy
The final track is called the "War"
One more country dead and gone
Are you afraid? Don't care about!
Nuclear winter - big chill-out
Blood Rave, Blood Rave, Blood Rave dancers
Cyber blood - electric senses
Blood Rave, Blood Rave, burn your dancefloor
Dancing devils - Always hardcore
We are start in 2004
In 2005 we are still in da case
All for one! One for all!!
Make some noise!!!
The world has changed!!!
The age of blood
Let's start the dance
We want some more
This soundtrack
For Judgment Day
We make it now
"Life is shit - I hate myself"
Weakness of sick mind
And now you stand beneath the clouds
In ocean of moonlight
Damn this life!
It's obsolete
Eternity will be my grave
I make my step behind the line
This day will decide my fate
Only one step for limits of life
Darkness blinds your forever faded eyes
And someone cries from outside
Love you
I just want to say
I love you
Wake up and go back home
For me and for you
I watch you defenseless
And blinded by light
I want you wake up and
Come back
Feel the snow upon your face
The last flight is very short
Feel the wind of winter night
As mourning heart it is cold
Feel the last pain of your life
You are headless in your grave
Dreams and hopes
Forever fade
In the pieces of your brain
Floor by floor
Straight to the ground
Eleven, ten, nine
Was It the only way out?
Eight, seven, six
Do you want to return?
Five, four, three
Is it for what you were born?
You saw no difference
Between problems and tasks
Sorry, man
Your choice was so fast
Two, one, crush
Did you want to stay?
In the world that you left
I close the door in the morning
Close as it was the cover of a coffin
Look at me for the last time
Last kiss good-bye
I meet the dead
When evening comes
Up from your high school
Down to the grave
Triple work
Like sheep in the cattle
Life for the money
Or money for life
It's your freedom of choice
Until 65
Corporate life
Corporate style
Every week-day you must die to survive
Pray for your pay
What is the price for your time?
You become dead and your life passes by
Day by day
You become the dead
Nothing changes
Nothing is to wait
Day by day
From eight to five
You stay dead
To stay alive
The evening fell down
And you came home
With empty cold eyes
And empty cold soul
You swallowed your supper,
You crashed into bed
My life with you
Don't fuck yourself up
World is not for us
All is divided,
All is sold out.
You can't hide
You can't resist
Step by step
You are in this list
All alone
No defense
You can't stop
This decay dance
Let's dance, my friend
This Decay Dance
No will
No force
To stop this process
Let's dance, my friend
This Decay Dance
No fear
No fate
And no regrets
Shut up! Your voice is
Useless and weak
One man is zero
Strike!
Burn down horizons
Destroy this doomed world
Force
The only way to power
Your life is a battle front
One step
To glory
Your blood is full of hate
One step
Next level
Do not obey the fate
Burn down - Demolish all
Nothing - Nothing will not change
The right way to self frustration
Start to play and rape your brain
Hate
Inside you is rising
Disorder in your head
Fight!
No brain - no fear!
Let's bring the total death!
One step
Aggression
You want some fucking blood
One step
Cross fire
Let's start another war
War! War! A real War!
All you need is a real war
War! War! A real War!
You can't stop this anymore
The War external! Inside!
Instead your raped mind
Remorse - For weak
Regrets are useless shit!
Save your mind
My sons, your life is short.
End of days is near.
Hear my voice, novitiates
And execute my will
A Sacred place for sacrifice
We find the way to God
Take the cure, forget the fear
And save your soul
Pray, my children
Your Father is the only way to the sky
Kneel before the gates of heaven
For the last time
Time will come
Heaven awaits you
This world was created
Not by us and not for us
Leave behind all that you have
I show you the Golden Path
Flesh to ashes, world to dust
In the name of God
I show the holy way for all
Who want to save their souls.
Hey, man!
I see the times
No faith, no gods, no lies
No sinners, no saints
Start the game
I've made my choice
Fast and hard
No brakes, no blocks
I'm using my mind
I'm using my force
I'm getting the weapon
Collecting my skill points
Freedom to play
Freedom to be
To be the one who is always free
But I wanna be the same
As the hero in my game!
Think like PS to get a new gain!
I wanna think like PlayStation
I wanna you to think like me
One life
One direction
One way to victory
I wanna think like PlayStation
I wanna you to think like me
Your life
Your force
Your way to victory
Life is like a mission
Day is like a stage
A new state of mind
In cyber age
RPG or FPS
I choose my model to progress
Life is like a game
The same laws, the same rules
Something i have, something i lose
But if in my life
I want to have more
{Refrain:}
Tu veux ou tu veux pas
Tu veux c'est bien
Si tu veux pas tant pis
Si tu veux pas
J'en f'rai pas une maladie
Oui mais voilà réponds-moi
Non ou bien oui
C'est comme ci ou comme ça
Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas
Tu veux ou tu veux pas
Toi tu dis noir et après tu dis blanc
C'est noir c'est noir
Oui mais si c'est blanc c'est blanc
C'est noir ou blanc
Mais ce n'est pas noir et blanc
C'est comme ci ou comme ça
Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas
La vie, oui c'est une gymnastique
Et c'est comme la musique
Y a du mauvais et du bon
La vie, pour moi elle est magnifique
Faut pas que tu la compliques
Par tes hésitations
{au Refrain}
La vie, elle peut être très douce
A condition que tu la pousses
Dans la bonne direction
La vie, elle est là elle nous appelle
Avec toi elle sera belle
Si tu viens à la maison
Tu veux ou tu veux pas ? hein !
Quoi ? Ah ! tu dis oui
Ah ! a a a a a a a
Et ben moi j'veux plus !
Ouh ! la la
Something comes, something that you should never have known calls,
summoned by a vastness that kills certainty without thought,
the boulders of blood open their gates,
for it is here that the universe fears to believe,
the gateway to the infinite hunger opens,
the eternal swarms that darken darkness beckon with their flawless misshapen menace,
a knowledge that is so certain it has been locked away, here it dwells,
draped in the void, the very flesh of darkness,
where the unholiest caress their nigthmare,
the resting place of all that is damned.
For here you are unwelcome,
un-alive and incarcerated in the place where the mudered stones bleed
Eyeless in eternal time
For I have worm the moonshine
Burning away daylight glimmer
With my nocturnal senses
Winds have come for me
Descending now
Thowards the frostmoon eclipse
A spectral spiritkingdom rise
In stormscreens
Covered by eyes
Night emits its shadow
There is no difference
Between the ravens
They have come for me
They will come to me
To the cursed realm
Of the winterdemons
Lavender eyes had only known
The underdark
From crypts of stone they rise
Beyond the blinding glare
Eyeless in eternal time
For I have worn moonshine
Burning away daylight glimmer
With my nocturnal senses
Winds have come for me
Winds will come for me
Descending now towards
The frostmoon eclipse
Out from the chambers
And horizons will open for me
The face of the earth
Will be to know black silence
And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.
Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:
"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar
This be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."
Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
"Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom."
To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:
Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger,
Don't blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger.
Don't blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.
And I stood upon Wan's Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...
And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself
My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing
These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men
There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.
Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who's harkening always let us sing
That let's us free our tightest waistband
Let's us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.
Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.
Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.
And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden
For all of us are boundaried by Wan's Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...
Don't blame the messenger of gloom,
Don't blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragnarockingest aeion
Scabs of the past peeling slowly from a dark and distant memory,
emptiness, whispering menace glinting beneath the skin,
consumption in the vast eternal maw,
decaying teeth flickering over the tongue of the faceless,
debasement of eternal torment,
dark is the light.
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