Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Traveler, artist - Guru.
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
The Traveler |
Somethin to motivate to |
Somethin to motivate you |
The more travellin I do |
The more wise I become |
I’m the traveler, I go place to place |
They see my face, then I’m gone |
I’m the traveler, I go place to place |
They see my face, then I’m gone |
Yes the traveler, always on the move (keep it movin baby) |
Makin power moves, devourin the grooves |
Goin, city to city with the illest force (aiyyo) |
Spannin the glove like Wild World of Sports |
I go to Japan, with plans to slam (aight) |
I go to Spain and England, with knowledge to bring them |
(crazy knowledge) I go to Holland, and then to Germany |
You better learn to see I’ll be here for eternity (a long time) |
I go to Switzerland and travel to Sweden |
And give the real heads jewels that they needin (droppin jewels) |
I go to Italy and also to France |
With the chance to enhance the dance (c'mon) |
I tore up mad spots doin shows all over |
I wreck the stage, with East coast flavor (East coast) |
But I go out West too, and build with my peoples (true) |
Some can’t conceive how I do what I do |
I’m the traveler, I go place to place |
They see my face, then I’m gone |
I’m the traveler, I go place to place |
They see my face, then I’m gone |
I’m the traveler, I go place to place |
They see my face, then I’m gone |
I’m the traveler, I go place to place |
They see my face, then I’m gone |
Around the world and back yo, the steelo is fat yo (huge) |
From blocks to continents, with mad impact (SMASH) |
I got it like that, ringin bells in the street |
Midwest to Down South, I turn it out, kapeesh? |
(you understand?) |
Wherever I go, they give it up (uh-huh) |
They wanna see me on the stage when I rip it up (rip it up) |
Uptown, downtown, Crooklyn, Queens, Strong Island |
Bronx, Shaolin, New Jersey, the brothers know I’m worthy (right) |
Got to get the dough, got to run the show |
My mental pops the topics when it’s time to flow (word) |
With expertise, I release more techniques than 1200 |
Style’s more than a 100 (mad styles) yes I run it |
More game than a little, MC’s dribble from the mouth when I hit |
(uh-huh) The fuse is lit, makin your whole crew split |
No myth (word), yeah |
I’m whippin evil everywhere, ratification severely severe |
(aight) So clearly you hear |
Original aspects unlimited, significant thoughts |
That make me different than (different than) |
Most men who play the edge too close |
And while they fall, I fill halls coast to coast (everywhere) |
The dressing rooms I roam in is the scent of blessings (boom) |
Soon as we rockets to the next spot to wreck em |
I put the pure in the store, I got the cure (c'mon) |
Like a doc-tor, switchin from planes, to helicopters |
MC’s with your fake scowls, you smell foul, so I drop ya |
(you stink) And then I walked away with your propers (allathat) |
Of course I had stop ya |
See now you lost your spot ta. |
the traveler |
Makin it right |