Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ElectriK HeaT - the seekwiLL, artist - K-OS. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
ElectriK HeaT - the seekwiLL |
| Ok, its about to go down |
| Please step up |
| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go |
| Its the return, burn like a supernova |
| Spit the plates, the great debates over |
| Don’t rush, take it easy, slow down |
| Earth is a space ship spinning round and round |
| Were in it, together, we can make it better |
| Don’t sweat a, thing swing with no vendetta |
| I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter |
| To move every B-boy king like Coretta |
| Scott, keep it hot block once rock |
| The plot that we tried to recignise was not |
| The L to the O-V, M-O-V-E |
| K dub dropin' the dub, thats new TV |
| The E-M-C double E no doubt |
| Runin' the route, wakin' out, turnin' the part out |
| We all fall from grace and make mistakes |
| And race the pace the base with the anidote «base» |
| And every single word in the verb wildstyle |
| Its not a mission its a riddle lifestyle |
| I’m still in the struggle and I see the light guile |
| Turnin' pretend accend whats in the profile |
| Can you feel it, to the beat ya’ll |
| Let the music play for the people |
| And if got a rock, whether your ready or not |
| yo, guess who’s back with the sequell |
| Oh ya, just do it |
| Oh ya, just do it |
| Now, in the beginning the light shined so bright |
| Within the city of my mind-scaped night |
| Listening, glistening the moon refliceting the sun |
| making me one with the music |
| Oh, get low, get for, get ho |
| Its different black gold |
| Yes I’m in the house but I never ever sold |
| Rhyme like vynl, 20 years old |
| With the mic in my hand, ringin' alarm |
| Singin' the song, bringing the calm to dramas so hard |
| To much info, been so instrumental, prtential, exponential |
| My DJ’s cuts are presidential |
| Yo Jazz, let the rythm hit 'em |
| I woke up to make the main cut, to face the pain |
| What does space contain love? |
| Its the heat-seaker, packin' the speaker to beat the sleek creature |
| It was written the sequel |
| Now |
| The world is yours unless the world is ours |
| What casting stones from afar |
| We’re like people driving in our cars |
| On los highway, my way |