Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Universal Love (Featuring D-Shade), artist - DL Incognito.
Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Song language: English
Universal Love (Featuring D-Shade) |
World wide |
You know |
Yo everybody everywhere |
DL and D-Shade |
(Get ready) |
Don’t be afraid |
Spell hip hop |
Gotta love it |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Yo Japan ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Toronto ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Yo New York ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
So lemme see 'em (let me see them!) |
Worldwide lemme see 'em (let me see them!) |
Everybody everywhere lemme see 'em |
I rhyme about hip-hop because I live it |
I’m not a gangsta, or crook, neither a villain |
I’ve never been shot but block nigga’s keep grillin' |
I pack no weapon, ya’ll ain’t worth killin' |
Never sold no drugs, but the nigga’s who did |
A knife in the ribs, music’s how I’m speakin' to kids |
I wanna live, what the fuck son you think that’s wrong? |
Just because I don’t speak about death in my songs |
I’m not the criminal type, but obliterate mic’s |
Nigga’s skills seem so minimal when their wright |
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and criticize everyone on my tracks |
If you don’t like it, don’t buy it, it’s as simple as that |
Realize that we did it ourselves |
We took our own money and put it on the shelves |
And now we global nigga’s, catch me on live with my man opal |
Artists rap all alike that’s why they stay local |
I’m universal like the label, everywhere like I’m NATO |
So we make dough, cash prepaid under the table |
(We makin' money ya’ll) but this ain’t got to do with wealth |
I’ve always wanted some cash and a place to myself, so what |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Yo Science ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Mt. Real ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Yo LA ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
So lemme see 'em (let me see them!) |
Worldwide lemme see 'em (let me see them!) |
Everybody everywhere lemme see 'em |
I treat every day like it was game seven in overtime |
Born to shine, at home, and over border lines |
I seen this kid that used to hold dimes, loadin' a nine |
Said that he’s rollin' in crime, and it’s blowin' his mind |
Got radio stations, pumpin' one minute sensations |
They wanderin' aimless, with no destination |
Claimin' they amazin', but nobody’s movin' |
If that’s what you call game, man your plays need improvin' |
The crowds booin' and your the crumb of the year |
I see you holdin' your hand out, but I got nothin to spare |
You must be buggin' like Chekov with that thing in his ear |
Instead of running your mouth, you should be running in fear |
I’m just putting idea’s and stress down on the paper |
And haters don’t even like themselves so of course they hate ya |
We found a plate of leftovers from the last of the challengers |
And I mop the stage up with you armatures like janitors |
If you got nothin' good to say why bother speak? |
I heard image is everything and talk is cheap |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Germany ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Yo Vancouver ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
Connect with fans all across the land |
Ayo Shocktown ya’ll know what to do with your hands (put 'em up!) |
So lemme see 'em (let me see them!) |
Worldwide lemme see 'em (let me see them!) |
Everybody everywhere lemme see 'em |