Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Journey On, artist - Dream Warriors. Album song And Now The Legacy Begins, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.03.1991
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Journey On |
As we enter the brink of reality battlefield |
Trust me seven times seven times |
But you prefer not to |
Here I go into a lifelong trip |
Are you ready for this? |
Come solider |
Ringin' on into his disorder, I serve the square |
So step there’s nothing left you can’t compare |
To the noble unbeatable length of hair that I bare |
So bare witness I’m physically fittin' this |
A disease so MCI’s please take a techna shot |
You got what I give I never get got |
Glue to the gift so what’s up dread |
You couldn’t bob to the bass |
But now you’re hooked like a bass head |
I’m about to show ya contract and attract ya |
Blow off track, come back and smack ya |
Loaded lyrics stronger than a game of tug-o-war |
Dream Warriors are built right 'cause I got a megabyte of storage |
So don’t tempt me I’m empty |
Don’t get too close I might absorb your energy |
If you’re not a friend of me, I grow you like cannibus |
Make you give me a hand you can’t handle this |
Crazy rampagous makin' team ages |
Walk through the ghetto with ghetto blasters playin' us |
General entrance be part of the solution |
You take it to your brain but your brain is confused |
And confusion is the style that I send |
Don’t think it makes your mind bend |
Just journey on |
Draw your mics men |
And wipe the sweat from your dome |
As we enter this battle with a fearsome rage |
Universal peace must be this outcome |
Dust and strife stricken |
We have moral to the full |
Board your steeds my minions as we path on |
Betray me I slay the no mutiny |
Take a picture of this, you trying to dis |
So much smoke you get choked from the microphone mist |
Aw, shucks you’re outta lucks |
You try to tax but get waxed |
The song strong enough to carry you |
And my rhymes strong enough to bury you |
But I don’t, I make you jam until the jam is done |
Until the cash is cashed unto me the Nickelodeon |
Like that snap, move back, the style has hung you |
Buy a noose produce who |
Now this is the part, mystics prevail |
The critics wrong song goes up in a sail |
The legacy begins check the store |
You want more then tie up your boots and just journey on |
Pankgooes and scallowags vanish |
MC’s who talk about me vanish |
When I’m on stage I’m kicking harder than a tidal wave |
I’m making bootys like you memory save |
'Cause when I enter pronto en delay |
I hear on the dispatch, «Mayday, mayday» |
An S.O.S. |
for a new bag of cess |
And kick and shook you into nothing less proceed on |
On your 12th daydream you try your best to control it |
But the magic avoids you the stage is a street |
And the wink of an eye you could fry in agony of defeat |
Now toothless ruthless and raw |
Looking for a way to get even but you withdraw |
'Cause with no label you’re disabled and handicapped |
But you pledge allegiance to the life of battle rap |
No choice now you must face your own fate |
No straight path so is life nothing is straight |
Maybe one day you’ll wake up and realize |
You the live by the sword, you die by the sword |
Surprise Dream Warriors, possesses intelligence |
But you cry wolf but that’s irrelevant |
No what you must be now is simply |
Sit back and rock in your own inequity |
City’s the limit from when you finish your song |
Now you journey too but what you really must do is journey on |
We must change |
We must change |
We must change |