Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stardust, artist - Gift Of Gab. Album song Fourth Dimensional Rocketships Going Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2004
Record label: Quannum projects
Song language: English
Stardust |
Rhyme to the rhythm |
When I slip in to the zone |
And zero deep into the groove |
So as to astonish my opponents |
When I’m on it like I own it |
Make the whole galaxy go nuts |
Script and held ya deep within a different world |
Like Lisa Bonet on D’Wayne Wayne mane |
Never plain, stained brains |
Strive to elevate from here |
Not just to simply maintain |
To the bang bang boogie watch my spirit bling bling |
I don’t need no chains or jewelry |
I don’t need a dang thing |
Hang, rappers like a noose |
That don’t produce another product |
It’s my soul’s interpretation |
If you want it, here I got it |
Only so much time allotted |
Many thoughts that must be jotted |
Clearing out the minds are clotted |
Not I’m writing on some 'Pac shit |
In the month of August, take a break out to the farthest region |
On my rocket ship now y’all MC’s can eat my stardust |
See the crew I rep is Quannum |
Y’all the bench, we the starters |
We the meal, the main course |
For your belly, y’all some toddlers |
Keep it modest, dope and honest |
I don’t claim to be the hardest Killer, wit' a gun, I really |
Only wanna be a artist |
Travel the entire novice, global trotter |
Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, Ahnken conscious here to offer |
In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing |
Middle of the night, it’s dusty, yet it’s clear |
Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid |
For some psychedelic clarity to breath within the madness |
When you’re out and you’re far away from home |
And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
Falling out from the night to spark the zone |
Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned |
When you’re out and you’re far away from home |
And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
Falling out from the night to spark the zone |
Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned |
Left the planet Earth to get a wider life perspective |
On the bigger picture, now I’m steady cruising through the nebula |
Headed out to Mars, where souls and minds are more connected |
Build with elders, how to conquer ignorance |
The mighty predator |
I be the cosmic editor |
And when it rains, I let it pour |
And if I’m short on tour, I guess I’ll be the lyric peddler |
I’m deadly with the medley |
Steady, ready with the metaphor |
MC’s are R.I.P. |
if they love life, then why they set it for? |
Headed for your head, it’s gonna erupt, I’m blowing up |
And popping, this it’s court I be the judge and jury |
With the Johnny Cochran |
Savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often |
When I’m rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option |
Powered by a force inside, that never will run out of ammo |
Used to build with Pharaohs, riding through the desert on a camel |
Ran into a camel by the name of Joe, thought he was wacko |
All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco |
I crackle as I rap, and pro attack a slacker |
Never clever, sever heads |
I’m clever, yes, I’ll never dread a battle |
If they white, they put their thumbs up, a black fist if it’s a Afro |
In the Bay I’m hella tight and plus I’m filthy in Seattle |
In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing |
Middle of the night, it’s dusty, yet it’s clear |
Like as if you was dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid |
For some psychedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness |