Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Combustible , by - DJ Vadim. Song from the album USSR: The Art of Listening, in the genre Release date: 22.09.2002
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Combustible |
| No more chains holding me |
| Say I’m free, free, I’m free |
| My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer |
| Whatever you call it |
| Hitting you like splat like slimer and that’s my prerogative |
| And when I’m done |
| You’ll say the job I did made your metropolis |
| A more enhanced, and more co-operative, communal spot to live |
| I shot the gift provocatively |
| Held it down like shocking it |
| Puffed any green seteva I can hit and dough the chocolate |
| Sat with wise mentor sit and talk a bit of the apocalypse |
| And how to make this world that’s about to end a bit more positive |
| The first, his voice was rough and needed some throat lozenges |
| He offered his opinion, youthful with expression, talkative |
| The second one had more method with; |
| he moved and plodded with |
| He said the world has cheated karma and must be now audited |
| The third one seemed a bit more centred as he led us on a ship |
| He said something’s just can’t be and found we exist as onuses |
| The moments all we got |
| So live it now |
| Don’t trip on politics |
| We all return to the same passage |
| Broke or if your wallets thick |
| Now I’ll inflict my Monumental, all essential, scholarship |
| That’s dominant so on a pencil I’m a grip so come on in |
| I kinda went oh, how the wind go |
| Continental, prominent |
| This rhyming is pro |
| Kinda get your mind a bit smoked |
| What a hit (repeated) |
| Get back on (sung) |
| My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer |
| However you see it |
| Infinite with rap designer |
| And that’s how I’m freaking it |
| Linking you |
| List the thoughts that move like currents of electric watch |
| Whose brains invade like plants and fields that flourish |
| Co connect the dots |
| Of ET, D&A, Galactic Raps |
| That’s G and A and After that |
| A B and hey I master tactics |
| We obey our fashion sense |
| Auf Wiedersehen, ariverderche, Adios, Aloha |
| Make alligator bags from scratch |
| I’ll slaughter bullets and cobras |
| Pythons and icons |
| Fight wrongs recite songs |
| All night long, with the lights on |
| Ultra proton neutron |
| Glue blacks till they too strong |
| Luke warm, flukes gone, nuclear true balm prince move on |
| It’s venom moving eons |
| Beyond beyond |
| Lose star |
| Lightness of a lightning |
| Riding bikes through Jerusalem |
| Liking your awareness and imperative |
| Like a loose nut |
| Till you grasp often at the chance |
| My styles an alien immigrant |
| That’ll will the crowd with the pitter-patter as the children chin out |
| Who rocks (repeated) |