Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Always Take Me Higher, artist - Groove Armada. Date of issue: 18.08.2013
Song language: English
Always Take Me Higher |
| Urban organic, mic mechanic |
| Super human MC powers help me fly around the planet |
| Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened |
| Saving damsels in distress so young girls don’t panic |
| Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic |
| Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic |
| Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull |
| Survive the impact, and arctic cold freezes your soul |
| Create a new style, then break the mold |
| Compositions are controlled, and liable to explode |
| Like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes |
| Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine |
| Risky, playing yourself is risky, and the flows mad jazzy |
| Like dizzy Gillespe and the sound be harmonious and deadly |
| Like a harpy call either break one like Wayne Gretzky |
| No man can test me, so why try?, focus like a samurai |
| Stronger than a maitai or a tsunama I mean tsunami |
| I rock it from MTV, to the BBC |
| Radioactive waves short out your TV |
| LESB check it for me in the next galaxy |
| Put it in a time capsule till the next century |
| In a black out use it for electricity |
| Danger, high voltage don’t feed me their daily dosage |
| I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is a percentage |
| Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage |
| And the universal will gives me strength like spinach |
| With dinage, I eat it like a Tofu sandwich |
| With cabbage, I ask your girl, she knows that |
| I’m not the average nigga who plays to pull the trigga' |
| Reality’s the root of the rhymes that I configure |
| Phony Baloney, swear like Don Corleone |
| But when shit hit the fan they start crying like pretty Tony |
| Tender like Roni but wish to be bad like Bobby |
| Been there, done that, smashed up talkin' rhymes is my hobby |
| You’re probably, like, what’s he on |
| 'Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone |
| Not in the mafia but I’m the Microphone Don |
| And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon |
| Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka' |
| Meet out in the stretcha' step up in my center |
| Try to match wits but the mentor will crush you |
| Jeru the Damager, the suntoucher please |
| Yeah this is it right here on, always down |