Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poetry In Motion, artist - J-Live. Album song The Way That I Rhyme, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Poetry In Motion |
Yo, my rhyme book records dreams in 3D |
For the big screen, call it third eye-MAX |
I put in work and love for the climax |
It keeps her sprung, I got her on the comeback |
I stroke her to the rhythm of the drum track |
Syncopated percussion, while fools rush in |
I take my sweet time with the timing |
Rock steady 'till I’m good and damn ready |
Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound like a metaphor? |
Well perhaps because we met before |
But you don’t know me like that, it’s been a minute |
The sun don’t chill and time don’t stand still |
Change is real, you tie me to an anvil |
You lose that too like a open hand filled with |
Hourglass sands I been running in, uphill |
If the wind don’t get you then the tide will |
Wherever you at, whatever your potions |
Raise your glasses high cause we toasting |
Raise your voices, cause a commotion |
We celebrating poetry in motion |
We pedal might hard in the streets |
Over beats like these we straight coasting |
Wave your hands like a man made ocean |
What you hear is poetry in motion |
You thinking I’m s’posed to stoop to your level? |
I couldn’t dig that low with a drill and shovel |
This ain’t as simple as God vs. Devil |
We both exist betwixt the bass and treble |
I’m elevated looking down from a distance |
You front right left back and still missed it |
My rhyme books record dreams in 3D |
Demonstrated via movies and TV |
Ninjas, special forces, serial slayers |
Hawks, star ships, enterprising rhymesayers |
Swoop down from the ceiling to make a killing |
Heroes, villains, red or blue pill dealings |
Facts or feelings, all will be revealed in |
The time it takes, for listeners to wake |
Some won’t appreciate it 'till the wake |
Theirs or mines I guess we’ll have to wait |
Wherever you at, whatever your potions |
Raise your glasses high cause we toasting |
Raise your voices, cause a commotion |
We celebrating poetry in motion |
We pedal might hard in the streets |
Over beats like these we straight coasting |
Wave your hands like a man made ocean |
What you hear is poetry in motion |