Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mars [feat. Blu], artist - dela. Album song Atmosphere Airlines Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2007
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Mars [feat. Blu] |
Yes indeedy wrote graffiti on the bus |
Now I’m on the cusp |
Ok, so hush |
Hey, grown man talk don’t interrupt |
Tell her where ya been |
Jake sitting on the cuffs |
Making all the distant stars dust |
Hey yo yo trust taht we go |
Where no man been before |
Deep as any seashore |
High off the trees |
Those the purple of diesel |
I debone decoys |
Surrender my peace in a circle of emcees |
Surrounded by B-boys and Cali chiefs |
My words are like weapons, I direct 'em when I speak |
Kapish and kush blunts |
Quiche for lunch, eat rappers like takeout |
About once a week, bout to make it once a month |
Hibernating in the cut |
Sleepwalking, writing raps dreaming about counting bucks |
But still busting free for my peeps |
When we bump into each other on the street |
Cause we do it for the love, just to bust over |
Beats, rhymes, and life |
When it gets together dog it sounds so nice |
Ain’t it right |
Tell Mr. Jones it ain’t dead it just came back home |
Had to paint black poems for a fake flat world |
Trying to take back rap like a lost black girl |
While the whole world naps and the sunshine showers |
Sittin' on hills counting down final hours |
Thinkin' bout if I ruled the world |
And I already got the power |
[Hook} |
See I found God within me |
Now we kick free sipping on a bottle of Hennesey |
Blazing Christmas trees on a cloud of infinity |
Blank out, and forget the crowd is with me |
Forgive me, my energy can’t be gangster |
I wanted to be a painter, but I decided I should live a life of danger |
Remind me Pops to thank ya before I cock the chamber |
Aim it at the top spots and cock-blocking haters |
Block, Block my Glock shot the inner heart |
Cause one day I got high and mistaken for a shark |
Pardon me doc, why isn’t my artistry (?) |
Everytime I bring reference to a broad on my jock |
Cars on my lot |
All my money balled in a knot |
Would niggas rather hear me rapping about harvesting crops |
Probably not |
Honestly I’m trying to be dope |
That’s being modest, I ain’t trying to be broke |
Thats on my momma |
Trying to figure how do we cope with all the drama when theres so much |