Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reanimation, artist - Blackalicious. Album song Nia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.11.1999
Record label: Quannum projects
Song language: English
Reanimation |
| It’s the Gift, uh-huh |
| Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh |
| Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh |
| Lace another rhythm with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh) |
| It’s the Chief, uh-huh |
| Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh |
| Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh |
| Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh) |
| Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes |
| Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine |
| Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines |
| Borderline Einstein, horrifying times |
| Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type |
| Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I Smoke like a sack of that northern lights hype |
| Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint |
| Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night |
| Bona fide nice ice, Dolemite type |
| Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes |
| Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right |
| Photo light images Yoda might bite |
| Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside |
| Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite |
| Beats to the rhythm, rock raps in the day |
| Feast on adrenaline, master the way |
| I’m the verbal hunter going after my prey, they |
| Running for the highest mountain yelling out mayday! |
| G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they |
| Be all on sacred sceptre jocking, like a Pele |
| Soccer ball, kick em all, drop em in the Bay say |
| Fatter than your nigga Albert yelling Hey, hey, hey! |
| Putting on apprentices like Brandy did Ray J Shutting down your business like 15−80K day |
| If you ain’t efficient you’ll be all up in a melee |
| Gab’ll bring the -ness of the sun into your grey day |
| Take your AK, put it in a little tray |
| Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it stay way |
| Out of sight and mind so you can focus on your time in climbing |
| Rhyming, hey that beat like grime and shining be my pay day |
| Slick-slippery, quick ripping these, shift physically |
| Drift with a kick kicking me Hickory dickory, emcees are sick of me Zen trickery, get the gist, sent wizardry |
| Split-lickety, spit it could be lit |
| Like this, into me, it is a secret |
| Emcees pretend to be kin to the Gift |
| I’m mentally shitting the wisdom of centuries |
| Wit, go on like a centipede’s length |
| Rappers want flames, man, I injure these shrimps |
| Skew em on the barb’with some hickory chips |
| I’m a level higher than the intermediate |
| Rappers, I don’t care about your gender, descent |
| Background, police records, history, rent |
| Unpaid evictions, charge penalties sent |
| Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it’s the Gift! |