Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warriors Dance, artist - Zion I. Date of issue: 20.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Warriors Dance |
| 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, niggas ritual |
| 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 |
| 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?) |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas |
| We die, for five figures don’t lie, it happens |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| Who’s the criminal? |
| Show me your leader I’mma 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 |