Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Troubled Water, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Miles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Troubled Water |
| Live and direct in a living color |
| The revolution will be televized |
| And all who doubt it will show respect |
| And all wise words will be memorized |
| Blazing, blazing fire |
| Calculated and standing tall |
| Blazing, blazing fire |
| If I fall |
| Wash up your body, time to shine and glisten |
| Grind illest, yo I was slipping |
| I’m divine by design, we kick rhymes from the mind’s prison |
| Vibe, listen, kick back, chill, get in the mood again |
| The music is the uniting force, you feel the grooves |
| We spinning riddims and rhythms, really ripping the shit we kicking |
| My nigga this isn’t a gimmick, this is the real shit, feel it |
| Leave it to critics to catch feelings, raps collapse buildings |
| When I rap, I got the blueprint map for billions |
| Maximillion, back to back brilliance |
| Word to uncle Willy, I’m silly as Saul Williams |
| Killing 'em whether millies or the semi automatic |
| Cats is bout to catch it, you could bat with a Ted Williams average |
| And I got a cat, duck and pitch, pass it and spit a classic |
| I’m finna clap it if he don’t have it by the time he rap or |
| You can sign to the fine line backwards |
| Shit won’t matter, shit go platinum, there go half your talent |
| You never battled, you are not a rapper, you can’t even get it back |
| You just wack and wish you had your man’s manager |
| You need a band and a helping hand and a grant after you rap |
| And as soon as you land, you got a plan, Blu got a ton of 'em |
| Ideas, concepts, and hookups |
| You rubbing me the wrong way if my DJ ain’t cutting a hook up |
| Fuck do you see when you look up me? |
| B-L-U and you can add the E, Exi-L-E, word up |
| Live and direct in a living color |
| The revolution will be televized |
| And all who doubt it will show respect |
| And all wise words will be memorized |
| Blazing, blazing fire |
| Calculated and standing tall |
| Blazing, blazing fire |
| If I fall |
| I wanna paint a picture, make a difference |
| Change the system, make a statement |
| Life is so amazing, even begging for a penny, many never make it |
| Let alone still live at home, I can’t get out my basement |
| Banging speakers, blaze the reefer |
| We just speak a language you bob your head to and listen |
| And listen, this is religion, praise God, he got some rhythm |
| Hit 'em with the knowledge, wisdom understanding freedom |
| Power equal God, build destroy, born cyphers |
| Now look what we got, peace brother, just some justice |
| To be busting back at a motherfucker who never gave you nothing |
| They just expected us to take they shit |
| I say they wanted to be blunt and couldn’t take the hit |
| I’m getting something from this journey |
| Send me out to sea and you can burn me |
| You can turn on me, put your burner on me |
| And I won’t be nothing but a burned CD |
| Bumping inside someone’s head |
| Humming my lyrics with a little kid up in their stomach |
| Ready to teach him to be something son, you could be a lyricist |
| You serious or you just be fronting, huh? |
| I’m busting spiritual lyrics, miraculous like a magic trick |
| Rabbits flip out my hat, I get action |
| Pinning my life is passion, get on the mic and smash it |
| Flipping it like Mike Jackson on the ass again |
| I’m still black, I peel caps and spill raps like chill black |
| A ill cat don’t get me contagious, just know |
| Saving a nation, fruits of my labor made back in the slaves again |
| I master the craft then master the record, I bust, you masturbate |
| The master ain’t the master if he get blasted away |
| I’m moving backwards to the east again |
| Eating apples, fucking with Eve again |
| Get it even 'cause evil men can never have true happiness anyway |
| Live and direct in a living color |
| The revolution will be televised |
| And all who doubt it will show respect |
| And all wise words will be memorized |
| So-so-so listen close to what I say" |
| We make waves, causing tsunamis to your armies, splash- |
| Everybody in here (Listen close) |
| M-M-M-My flow is like the o-ocean |
| The congress of the United States versus the city of Compton |
| Think how to be great versus how to escape nonsense |
| Constant gunshot, drugs by Johnson & Johnson |
| Get it higher, my grandma’s attic with a bunch of addicts |
| Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon |
| I knew I was heavy-handed, didn’t know I’d crack his skull |
| Pass the ball to the kid with too many problems |
| 'Cause he play the hardest and stay the longest |
| When we at the park, I spark the long stick |
| And watch my problems blow out the window |
| Play that instrumental back to back and let me rap |
| I got some shit to get up off of my back |
| Step back and put on the track |
| Lay down the raps to the wax like that |
| Now wind it back, this the crack for them kids that don’t do that |
| You know you wack if you can’t play your tracks after my track |
| I’m after stacks, black, I got your respect, I got your back |
| I’m from the West yes, God bless the best, the beat just that right and exact |
| Fight titans like Tyson, biting my track |
| M. Bison’s sliding attack, tied as tight as the raps, uh |
| Black man versus the Ku Klux Klan |
| With no gat, just two hands, but we ain’t going back to that again |
| So-so-so listen close to what I say |
| We make waves, causing tsunamis to your armies, splash- |
| Everybody in here (Listen close) |
| This ship sink nigga, I’m gon' walk on water |
| If I fall |