Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zambony, artist - K-OS. Album song Yes!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.2015
Record label: Last Gang
Song language: English
Zambony |
On the microphone like, |
God bless this planet, planet, |
Took like for granted, granted |
This mic, mechanical, panic, |
God hold it single handed |
Times like a left-handed bandit |
When right handed man |
This bandit planned it |
And propagandized it or Canada |
It’s so on ice and so raw |
And yeah move yeah so for power like thinking a soldier |
Would fall to his knees to serve golden caps and such |
To esoteric to touch but atmospheric enough to |
Grab like a pink cat, tag on a wall, |
B-boys at the park while DJ’s rock the party |
And MC’s serve cooked food like Mr. pounded it |
Back in the days when there’re rights |
Are we the wrongs, kid? |
But now the silly songs and electrical concerts |
Though live for a luppa I will just drop sixteen bombs on it |
Life and death they roll in Siamese twins |
So the day that hip-hop dies |
Another life could begin |
And we continue to… |
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that, |
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that, |
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that, |
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like, |
All around the world, we move it up |
And yo we keep things striving |
So high from heaven to the deep blue sea |
(Listen), I am not indie rock I was indeed hip-hop |
With many styles I’m from the trine-ibal stop. |
No comma, I’m my father’s persona, |
I’m ready to spin my beat and maybe one day can meet my momma |
Slides, I’m slinging verbs, my intent is not sinister, son of a minister |
A bible thumping commissioner, finished an album |
Scrap and draped in the nostalgia of cafeteria title |
Battle just me and Nigel. |
Now they spinning wax sticks, the back seat cracks |
I can’t entertain us like Kevin can’t relax. |
Yell I’m spinning thoughts with anti-gravital force |
Shoot the monkey off my porch |
And pass myself the torch to light it up… |
All around the world, we move it up |
And yo we keep things striving |
So high from heaven to the deep blue sea |
All I ever wanted to do |
Was show you had faith in you |
But now I help you through the fire |
You’re so different baby |
You always got something to say |
But it’s more about the things you do |
Got me singing yeah eh yeah eh yeah |