Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soweto, artist - Hieroglyphics. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Soweto |
| (One, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, one, one, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, two, three |
| One, two, three, owww) |
| You can go to the jungle |
| Go to the city |
| Visit Soweto |
| Live in the Bay or |
| Somewhere in between |
| But you’ll never be unseen |
| Go to the jungle |
| Go to the city |
| Visit Soweto |
| Live in the Bay or |
| Somewhere in between |
| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen |
| Unhh |
| Now this is how it is |
| We try to handle biz |
| And make moves in this land where the power lives |
| Where they devour kids |
| And acts of cowardice rule from a tool of violence and a shrouded bliss |
| I try to release my malice |
| And develop my inner peace in a place so callous |
| Maybe I’ll go to Angola or other Gold Coasts |
| And blow smoke with the old folks 'cause they know most |
| Capture the cultured pearls, jewels, and gems |
| It’s a treasure hunt to stimulate your medulla stem |
| The furthest reaches are within your clutches |
| Concrete covered countries to the most birded regions |
| Virgin territories, those exposed to man made woes |
| They know them Hieros |
| Electrified with lectures, collect respect and ride on |
| Before you even know this I’m gone (no) |
| Go to Saigon, Singapore, Sicily |
| They consider me epitome in Italy (that's right) |
| Hit Libya, India, Morocco |
| Or go to Oakland and hit the eight deuce block dough |
| Chicago, Liberia, Nigeria |
| 'Frisco's cold like Siberia |
| The list goes on |
| Portugal to Spain |
| Maine, San Juan, Guam, or San Luis Obispo |
| You can go to the jungle |
| Go to the city |
| Visit Soweto |
| Live in the Bay or |
| Somewhere in between |
| But you’ll never be unseen |
| Go to the jungle |
| Go to the city |
| Visit Soweto |
| Live in the Bay or |
| Somewhere in between |
| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen |
| I don’t know dog |
| Maybe it’s just me |
| But I feel I’m clutching |
| To hold nothing |
| I mean bluffing |
| I got the poker face |
| I don’t really know my place |
| And I never chose this way |
| So I go astray |
| Throw aways blow away |
| Every hope I hold today |
| We were sold as slaves |
| The sky is cold and grey |
| My niggas showed the way |
| So fan and listen now with this |
| I see my golden age |
| Unhh |
| Time zone travellin' |
| Boundary crossin' |
| Now we talkin' |
| Worldwide, now we cost em' |
| Fo' sho' partner I’m a globetrotter |
| Downing shots of Goldschläger |
| Smokin' like a 'O' roster |
| I’ve flown lots of places in a Continental |
| Every spot we’ve been to |
| We monumental |
| We rock the venue like we dropped a missile |
| But it ain’t an attack |
| That’s why the people keep on bringing us back, feel that |
| (One, two, three) |
| I didn’t tap a belly |
| Still I’m lovin' Makaveli |
| Trying to reach the pinnacle |
| And we will, so be ready |
| Said we jetty |
| I’ve never stolen energy |
| Combined with visionary minds so we itchin' to blow |
| Like a Dirty Harry trigger finger |
| With a needle quicker than my Pilipino homies on the two turntables |
| See the truth enables sight through your damaged cornea |
| We got the formula from Oakland California |
| (One, two, three) |
| Go to the jungle |
| Go to the city |
| Visit Soweto |
| Live in the Bay or |
| Somewhere in between |
| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen |
| Go to the jungle |
| Go to the city |
| Visit Soweto |
| Live in the Bay or |
| Somewhere in between |
| 'Cause you’ll never be unseen |
| (One, two |
| One, two, two |
| One, one, one, two |
| One, one, one, two |
| One, one, one, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, one, ahh) |
| (One, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, one, one, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, one, two |
| One, two, three |
| One, two, three, ahh) |