Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swerve...The Reaping of All That Is Worthwhile (Noir Notwithstanding), artist - Shabazz Palaces. Album song Live at Third Man Records, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 02.06.2016
Record label: Third Man
Song language: English
Swerve...The Reaping of All That Is Worthwhile (Noir Notwithstanding) |
Now, if you talking bout it, it’s a show |
But if you move about it, then it’s a go |
Now, if you talking bout it, it’s a show |
But if you move about it, then it’s a go |
Now, if you talking bout it (nah) that’s for show |
But a nigga move about it, then it’s a go, yeah |
Now, if you talking bout it, that’s show |
But if you move about it, it’s a go, well |
Dynamic electromagnetic style sensors |
Golden-tempered circles enjoyed only by the members |
Heat sparkles, raining octaves on the spinners |
Moving and proving smooth shit, you grooving, you a winner |
Aqua-walking, languid-talking, just stepped in the cleanest |
Upper levels, precious metals drip your neck and fingers |
Fifty zillion pops shirts, wave this and leaners |
The hard sounding peoples, ain’t nothing can get between us |
Dances received from the splash signals so to swim in |
Magical places we get and with the shiny women |
Win our idle pink girl, our bodies by wraith division |
The moonlight and diamond cloud glistenin' glazed, that we giftin |
Every sound, we trying to mash and attention |
We run the latest theorems, they just re-rap through the givens |
They like talk first, we are observe and listen |
Then shit you off the fiction plots and friction to the pistons |
Ladies that twistin' it, music’s kissin', you forbidden |
Rappers that’s fake, make no mistake, you we are dissing |
To dance on the floor, and around, that is our mission |
No sittin', getting fit and shit and enjoy your chew with them niggas from |
The does where the block space flow |
Black cats, freestyles, big bro |
Fly, die high, super wise on the floor |
Said it go out fast, but it come back slow |
What you know? |
(what you know?) |
That it come back slow |
It go out fast, but it come back slow |
Nigga, mind how you go, keep your swerve in control |
'Coz it go out fast, but it come back sloooooooooow |
Boogie woogie with your body, feel free |
My mind loses connectivity |
Over the years, and plenty of seas |
Wiggle, move the cold in me (saying) |
See, you reap what you sow |
Gathering it knows really never gets old |
Stories and dance around to be told |
So I |
Shiver me timbers, relax my spine |
Play it then, let my soul unwind |
Streams of energy now intertwined |
To sway my ifs comes instinctively |
Communication distinctively |
To unchain those like-minded with glee |
To wig out philocaly |
United Negro Movement Improvement Act |
Like you wanted when the groove went improved you, that |
You were wanted on the dance floor and you move back |
To the wall with all the ((chu nu sta sing kat)) |
You plant wildflowers, I was dancing back-to-back |
Ch-ch-cheeky, no, we stay geek, asthma attack |
As we sweat it out, we get it out, we deal to that |
To a girl that make me say, «Bang my heel to that» |
And there’s no need to oppose or appeal to that |
Once the rhythm hits the rhyme I’m a filled with that |
Nigga down la sol lime, I’m Corneel, get that |
We catch it on libid’s fine, say the realest cats |
And then we step out of our trance |
Back to three dimensions and hands in our pants |
It was such a force, I tried to stop it but I can’t |
So still it morphs, this shit is way too advanced (too advanced, too advanced) |