Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wheres The Love, artist - Diamond D. Album song The Diam Piece Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.04.2015
Record label: Dymond Mine
Song language: English
Wheres The Love |
| It’s customary to pop the mary |
| Rock canary cuts when the snitches get stitches Because they cut canaries |
| I’m very blunt, but with words is fierce, stuff is heavy |
| Thrash God, virgin ears, then I bust the cherries |
| Strawberry blunt, scatter coffin |
| Emcee steady front, I got em coffins (My nigga, where is the love?) |
| Step into my office, for those who don’t know |
| Don’t show no love and keep it secret so I won’t know |
| I’m so passionate, my presence make you insecure |
| These wack questions get flipped back on them interviewers |
| They like describe yourself, I’m like that’s your job |
| Ain’t you a scribe yourself? |
| These nigga’s lazy guy |
| We stay involved, we off the books like librarians |
| Then beef like vegetarians, civilized and barbarians |
| I vilified like a villain that’s on a |
| The chariot’s on fire, a freedom fighter like Harriet |
| If you really know me lemme know and show that you appreciate me |
| Cause life hasn’t been too easy lately |
| Was down in the dump smokin' |
| Sippin' on cups and crowns, goin' through these ups and downs like jump-roping |
| Thinkin' I shoulda listened when they suggested I learn the trade |
| Go to school, read a book, earn a grade I’m in pain (My nigga, where is the |
| love?) |
| Instead of dealin' with promoters that are janky |
| Comin' off a flight, tryna be polite, but I’m cranky |
| Cause they didn’t pick me up hotel far from swankey |
| And they full of soft stories like they bout to yank a hankey |
| Get the show still go on an they thank me |
| But fuck them, just to put it frankly |
| And if you really love me, lemme know I’m sick of the guessin' |
| I should be who y’all pick and requestin' |
| Imagine if you put yo heart in this and this with the park |
| From the start finish it would feel like they were kickin' yo chest in (fuck) |
| Where the love that we used to be hearin' of? |
| Blood on the leaves, that lead you to where we was |
| We both now or neva like we was comparin' drugs |
| The heart ain’t been the same so it ain’t no compare us |
| Where the love, where the stand tall next to you by any means? |
| I was there for heavy tell em pick the scene |
| And what they did to me, consider it past tense |
| If I gave ya my word then you don’t gotta act stiff |
| If they ain’t livin' the same, then cut, they livin' off |
| Cuz right or wrong, I showed you what I was livin' for |
| In the door when they was talkin' bolts and padlocks |
| I overcharged off of them havenots |
| I payed forward, the best thing that you wonder, you doin' math |
| My approach too nice on the beat and they call it trash |
| The irony or whateva should come with it |
| But I fell to look in the mirror and love the vision |
| Where the love, eh? |