Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Human Language, artist - Aceyalone. Album song A Book of Human Language, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Human Language |
every time i flow i get this vision and i know |
everytime i know i manifest and then i grow |
everywhere i go i plant a seed i hope i grow |
but every seed planted aint always granted life though |
some grow slower then they flourish in the end |
then again some go fast then they die out soon as they began |
now many music on my seed |
planted in the minds to feed |
yes indeed i cut off bleed |
i sweat in tears untill im free |
my set for tha 213 |
wit protect to the e-y-e |
just soak it in like mother earth |
who was once this jewel |
is just a sess poop for fools |
truly world theres another chapter to that never ending capture rapture |
i tap yo mental |
and strokes ya mind so gentle |
im the sunshine not the star and i rymhe irregular annnd bizzare |
but i no exactly who i are |
ye.and i love keepin true and not off guard |
nobody likes to be a waterboy foreva |
neva seein the feild thinkin you got it together |
playin foosball in the street its yo game but its they concrete |
its my ball its my treat an its my world its my hit |
and i live a hell hole in the wall and i dont never see the light of day |
so flipnos controlin alla yall but they wont take mines away |
what is that instict |
to react before you think and make that thought complete tell it to the weak |
smell before you eat |
see i neva try to mislead |
and i walk this planet keyed |
yes indeed i cut off bleed |
i sweatin tears untill im free |
my set to the 213 |
my protect to the e-y-e |
just soak it in despite all this anguish |
for a book of human language |
The lion will never ever lie down with the lamb |
thats how its taught when i saught out to tell em who i am |
i exam |
i loot for the bank and swam |
change my program |
but they hold me back like water in a dam |
but i wont be held |
even though im trailed with bread crumbs |
ill take em to the max headdrum |
youll need more then excedrin |
codina |
morphina |
niccotina |
caffine in yo canteen |
in yo bloodstream |
ima well oiled machine keep my area quarinteend |
from the gardens of flowinteene to shores of tripily |
scientifically aint to rippen me im terrificly well spoken |
see many attempts to get a glimps of what the hell im smoken |
but it aint no bamma |
i just mastered this spastic grammar |
i go outside my peramata and stretch out my diamita |
it gets bigger the gamera so pitcture that wit your camera |
my st-eez-amina and st-eez-yle and st-eez-ory as a child |
aint much more harsh than yours |
i just express mines a little different |
cause life aint fair but who really cares? |
i no some people thats over here but they wanna be over there |
i no some real cool cats ye but they wanna be bears an when i see em chasen |
chickens i get heated like a flare |
on your face looks scared ye space looks kinda teared |
your a square and im beyond comparen im rare ye |
and im sick of turnin apples into pears |
soon as i get a little bit of it ima share |
see i never try to mislead and i walk this planet keyed |
yes indeed i cut off bleed |
i sweatin tears untill im free |
my set to the 213 |
my protect to the e-y-e |
just soak it in despite all this anguish |
for a book of human language |