Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Stop, Won't Stop, artist - Blu. Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Stop, Won't Stop |
| I go numb, but never below zombie |
| Stay catatonic, wrapped in mummy cloth |
| Phony, balogny, bunny hops, but the money talks |
| And now is the only time I listen |
| Vision blurred trying to choose the proper words to describe my vision |
| Dramatic scenes finale, sway cream Bali, fourth quarter my team start to rally |
| Score numbers on the board in tally |
| Labratory like the tele, bodies laid out on the couch, blunts from the deli |
| Distract me from rubbing my belly, It get you stuck |
| Between the dirty asphalt and the rubber of my pirellis |
| Its a spiritual event, from above, the miracle is sent |
| Step, motherfucker step |
| I stepped out the door with what I lit up, still twisted |
| Dodging the system, it sees another victim |
| I have been plotting, looking at my plants in the pot |
| And I been looking for the answer, because I dance in the dark |
| I talk a lot of shit, it comes as good intention |
| When them bells rung and names drop, hits as good as mentioned |
| I was looking for a spot, cut a hole in the fence |
| Then I stepped back, and saw my entrance |
| They say times up |
| This the dotted where I sign up |
| This the lotto where I find bucks |
| This the motto that defined us |
| Coming out the gates enforces, lord choires, dropping shit like some horses |
| The house holy, but the office corporate |
| This life pricy, but the war absorbed it |
| So don’t blame me for the caution, because I ain’t trying to get lost |
| No, I cannot afford it |
| Nah, this is not my love song, I mix my magic to the sun dawns |
| Busting like shotties to send the doves home |
| Blood bone, ripping in the rules of my toast, kissing my foes, looking for when |
| I am kicking my flows |
| I visit home, spit get in the zone, pimp the bills on the stroll |
| Rolling up the mistletoe, getting stoned |
| My kid’s at home, Mrs I’m with is grown, my minutes on, nigga |
| Benita’s on a mission, she getting on |
| We got it like bitches, that gossipin shit, wildin type |
| Wildin like we just got the island patrol the style is like a lion mount |
| Climbing a mount trying to break the throne |
| And set a staple like the Los Angeles Lakers form |
| Same place that my cousin got them scrapers from |
| Play me dumb, I brought him right back to the stadium, nigga |
| Palladium nuggets, pre macadamia fucking raps, be immaculate, couldn’t imagine |
| making them |
| Mack emotionless, master records like I am slaving them, Sarah Palin |
| Paraphasia these shades dangling |
| I can’t stop, won’t stop, putting pieces together, pull my tech from the dresser |
| No one could do it better |
| Witness the mathematic equation of greatness homeostasis |
| Lab rat, resemble the same symbol as masons, cash that |
| The wizardary vividly paints imagery, cash stacks |
| A flash in a frying pan of mysery usually loves company |
| So I keep a strap, if she come for me, I am blowing her back |
| Triumphantly, the actual facts finesse pyramid fanatics |
| While trafficking crack, I seen spinks get beheaded, Unique physique |
| I had to pad my mistique, divine degree |
| Felt my aura being breached, retreat, hold up |
| Back to the drawing board |
| My shiny sword, cut through the cadence for wages |
| I design and score |
| I am so designer lord, sell boulders, sidney |
| Stiched it to my ironing board, burn you to oblivion (Woo) |
| Paraben free, terrible being, higher than a red eye flight so who you overseeing |
| All together for every single letter, better my character |
| Find self tucking on that walker pocket, the derringer |
| If, we ever up and close, uppercut, comatose |
| Waxed out money sounds based up on a different note |
| Thin line, thinner rope, tip-toeing my way through |
| , leave demons, I am bout to scave through |
| Because I ain’t got the time for it, ignore it, I must |
| Burning one knowledge of son, moving forward |
| And I trust the lust doesn’t get the best of me |
| Got to manouvre carefully, thought the world was ready |
| But really wasn’t prepared for me and my kind |
| I shine, you do the equivalent |
| This is what I am dedicated to, No need for membership, see |
| I reminisce over the doja, days looking over my shoulder |
| Didn’t have to worry much, my older brother was there |
| Game warfare, fuel in the fire, still |
| But I can’t stop, won’t stop building, I never will |
| For probable cause, I probably |
| Peer pressure had me breaking the law |
| Berate them all since, 6th grade, bathroom stalls |
| Kissing girls, madam, miss, I call em Miss Ellis, drawn, my spirit is torn |
| Scrolls on 16 bars |
| Not a soul to a sismick, empathy gone, imperial |
| Echelon, to my enemies carry on, yeah |
| Comparing Kron to Genghis Khan, my gang strong |
| Taking chances that Lance Armstrong made wrong |
| The bank kept a Brooklyn trombone and played on |
| Smoking ounces out over the couch, was counting the sheep then |
| Bouncing on little bo-peep but made them all |
| We didn’t sleep, surrounded by the elite |
| I’m from the sewer deep, not if you from my suites |
| If you the can’t compete |
| And I just pray the lord care enough to carry me |
| Apparently, long way from the scale of parakeets |
| Scary street set, niggas at school scared of me |
| I rarely see the solidarity |
| Necessary to being in unison with universal family and its the |
| Pointing your existence, we searching for similarities |
| Between the fabric of dreams and alter realities |
| People are fabricated to portray a personality |
| If the image is tainted, then the person is a casualty |
| Thoughts, relate rapidly, written with such majesty |
| The author has to be considered at the level of mastery |
| We don’t paint pictures, we sit and chisel the masterpiece |
| And make it hard for the average to rap after me |
| Ironically, my chronically despise my typography |
| The mind is steady minding, eyes capture the photography |
| A life without monotony, Stylissadine inside the Massadine |
| Travelling amongst the people, things I never thought I’d see |
| Appear to me, appeal to me, dreams becoming real for me |
| Its surreal but how I feel, you can never kill the Infinite G |
| Energizer, visualizer, civilizer, city rider |
| Spider-Man web internet intertwining |
| Silver lining, diamond mine to mind of a diamond |
| Refine and analyze and I am grinding, I was not made for 9 to 5'in |
| Design a rhyme and two time and 100k display science |
| The universal giant, mother Will from Xian |
| Splash bars, Master Fard, black Allah, black Arabia |
| Plus lessons manifested from a elder’s cranium |
| Open sesame, the recipe is solely language |
| Invested in me, powers that swift, forever changing |
| Champions to champs to find a champ, bust in your skully |
| Champion raps, champion hoodies, woody |
| Not be the man of the hour, if majority of the niggas in the game |
| Was really like ours, good question |
| For this I was chose, I didn’t choose, what it do |
| Just a little something for my nigga Blu |