Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stir Of Echoes, artist - J-Live. Album song All Of The Above (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.04.2002
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Stir Of Echoes |
Ayo, the hotter the summer, the cooler the fall |
The lesser you stress her, the quicker she call |
Now whether you short, or whether she tall |
The later you bust, the louder she bawl |
Now that was for them, this is for y’all |
The more for the little store, the less for the mall |
The smarter your plan, the better for all |
You fail in the plan, you plannin' to fall |
United we stand, divided we fall |
The quicker they come, the harder they fall |
You straddle the fence, pickin' a brawl |
You loved by none, hated by all |
See eloquent words, never the wise |
Keeping it simple, teaching it real |
Live by the sword, die by the sword |
Swinging for justice, fuck how you feel |
Rappers with deals, tuck in they shines |
Fuck the chains, I’m talkin' 'bout rhymes |
Maybe they got 'em and maybe they don’t |
Maybe they spit 'em and maybe they won’t |
Nevertheless, fuckin' with mine |
Never the best, better with time |
Movin' the body, sparkin' the mind |
Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind |
I feel good! |
Ahoooooooo! |
About Hip-Hop! |
(x4) |
I feel good! |
Ayo, you feelin' the song, you happy it’s yours |
You diggin' the cadence, you heard it before |
You know it’s been freaked by many emcees |
Maybe ya Kool Keith or maybe it’s Breeze |
Maybe ya Flava Flav or maybe it’s Meli Mel |
Or Maybe it’s Run or maybe it’s L. L |
I’m makin' it mine, ya dissin' it fine |
Don’t take it too personal, it’s only a rhyme |
A minute has passed, a sucker was born |
One minute you’re here, next minute you’re gone |
If you can predict the shit I’mma say |
Initial my name, you know that it’s justice |
I saw your mistake, don’t take it too far |
Take kindness for weakness, the man for a star |
With either extreme, you’re mentally dead |
Take heed to the words, J-Live has just spoken |
Ya did it again, you thought I was jokin' |
You tryin' to fix, but you know it is broken |
You need to sit back, nod your head to the track |
And check out the lyrics so you can react |
Like this! |
Okay, just relax, get very comfortable |
Relax, trust me, close your eyes, now just listen for a moment |
Listen to the sounds of the room around you |
Remember that you are in a studio, a recording studio |
With your name on one mat |
You’re in the mic booth, you look around |
It’s one huge empty mic booth |
You notice that the walls are painted in black |
The mic is black, the windows tinted black |
And all you can see is a very old computer screen |
Five letters flashing on and off |
You can barely see what the letters spell |
You lean closer to the screen, the letters become clearer |
And the word is RHYME |
Ayo I’m trapped in the mind of a mad man literally |
It’s not a metaphor kid, pay attention |
Reporting to you live from this first dimension |
In the real crowded room, I just want some attention |
It’s pitch black then bright, like high beams at night |
The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear |
My life long mission is to jock for position |
But I can’t tell if I’m in the front or the rear |
Formless I don’t know if I’m a circle or square |
Let alone solid, liquid, or air |
I’m completing myself |
But can’t confirm or deny if I’m actually here |
That’s quite a fucked-up predicament, yeah |
I fell at home but I gotta escape |
This paradox in a box, I’m intent to solve this mystery |
I’m made up of dreams and nightmares |
Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments |
Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history |
Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy |
Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin' |
But everytime the beat comes on the door opens |
The out-of-our-body experience is showing me |
Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet |
I’m traveling through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue |
Till it goes pitch black, and I still don’t know if I’m out yet |
I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race |
Confined in a two-dimensional blank space |
Looking back on my original birth place |
Now taking the shape of a young black face |
Parts of my physical rerased and replaced |
What was sight and sound is now feel and taste |
I **tal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste |
I’m shot from a cannon with amazing grace |
My identity revealed with the mystery solved |
I see my purpose in life as I travel through time |
Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording and air |
Waves ear and minds, I’m a J-Live rhyme |