Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Making Planets, artist - Edan. Album song Beauty & The Beat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.03.2005
Record label: Lewis
Song language: English
Making Planets |
The true blue fade with the artificial calendar |
I be the balance of the chancellor answer |
The dance floor dominator flavor complicator |
Accommodate a greater rate of data Fantasia |
The soul of a giant; |
I’m bold and defiant |
My science electrify the unplugged appliance |
Shoot my television, walk outdoors and explore |
With the innocence of kids age four |
I frolic in the sand with a colony of ants |
My particles expand building oxygen in plants |
From Rakim to Caz, to Lakim Shabazz |
I logically advance with the knowledge of the past |
Motivate a giraffe, wrote a page-and-a-half |
Known for paving a path in the waves with a staff |
The music is rap, my favorite color is math |
The plan of attack is bless a planet with wax |
The caterer, the Darth Vader of the cross fader |
You should never be afraid of the arm from all laborers |
We stay patient as we lay the foundation |
In a simple composition for the future generation |
Let me introduce myself, as stealth |
You seen nothing; |
you stepped into my realms and found suffering |
Chaos is turned into seance and burned |
Calculated versus estimated, spirituality earned |
Worms leaking out your orifices sort of vicious |
You picked the portal, which is filled with dwarves and witches |
Get gauged from spell casts, hell’s vast needles and torture racks |
Torsos hatched, do you want all for that? |
Pain, you can’t explain landscapes of flame |
Frames of inhospitables are crushed in the minerals |
Your plans foiled after watching me plant soil |
Your pants spoiled throttled and bottled as Penzoil |
Fuel is my ruling, the seeds of my doing |
Your deaths will be the pudding that the proof’s in, I’m never coolin' |
When God took a day off, I had him laid-off |
All week, he wanted concrete to remain soft |
Salem’s Lot’s my vacation spot |
Often hoppin' out of coffins steady rockin' while you rottin' |
Rollin' with a big gang of brothers with fangs |
Megadope, use a telescope I’m peepin' my slang… |