Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zambony , by - K-OS. Song from the album Yes!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |