Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5th Element, artist - Kj-52. Album song KJ-52, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
5th Element |
| Who am I? |
| The one that gets laced tight |
| The one you wear, hit a flare on the same night |
| That you hit an uprock, I’m the one in the closet next to one sock |
| The one you rock on the cardboard box |
| Walking to the one block |
| You know the one spot peeps get the one shot |
| Got one thought on the task at hand |
| You can ask your man I’m part of master plan |
| Only b-boys and b-girls, they understand |
| Whatever you say now, ya wish is my command |
| Name it, I’ll be the footwork to your head spin |
| Follow your lead, go anyplace that ya legs bend |
| At ya cipher session I’m ya best friend |
| I got a twin, we’s a pair clocking size 10 |
| Head’s a shell, three stripes on side |
| Laces large, on your feets I reside |
| Keep me clean, keep me laced, and I’ll be allright |
| I be the first element up in here tonight |
| Who am I? |
| See, I’m the one that you be gripping tight |
| The one that makes you sound real good when you be flipping right |
| And I’m the one causing fights up at the open mic |
| I’ll make ya sound real stupid if you don’t hold me right |
| I got emcees fiending for me all day and night |
| I could care less if ya on me if ya black or white |
| See all that matters when you rock me don’t be coming wack and |
| Don’t hold me to the speaker or I’ma feedback and |
| I’m used for rapping, every now and the used for passng |
| Back and forth in ya crew in a freestyle fashion |
| I get rocked, ripped, flipped on and blasted, |
| I’m spoke on, choke on, hit on, spit on, and mastered |
| I’ve outlasted, been used to tell truth and lies |
| Used to kill the youth and used to open up they eyes |
| I come in all kinds of sizes, heard all kinds of voices |
| Sometimes I’m plugged in, you know sometimes I’m cordless |
| Keep me clear, keep me close, and I’ll be allright |
| See I’m the second element up in here tonight |
| Who am I? |
| I got two heads and they always spinning |
| I got two arms that the deejays, they use for ripping |
| Plus a fader in my middle that they always gripping |
| I’m completed with the two records used for mixing |
| They pulling tricks and cutting up, ya know they scratching |
| Remixing beat, juggling just whie they mix and match and |
| All kinds of beats till it’s the heat that I know ya catching |
| And I’m the one that started hip-hop in case ya asking |
| I got knobs and faders in a mad abundance |
| I come in many names, but most time it’s 1200 |
| When I get played now, you know that you truly love it |
| Now clean the needle on my arm or I’ll be sounding busted |
| I’m disregarded, treated like I ain’t legitimate |
| I’m making music, you don’t see me as an instrument |
| And it takes true skills to get on me and be ripping it |
| Nobody sees my contribution, they ain’t getting it |
| You know there’s one thing that really now makes me mad |
| You used to blow me off but now I’m the latest fad |
| I’m the thing that every rock band they got’s to have |
| Now people say my name and they be like «Now what is that?» |
| Keep me running, keep me spinning, and I’ll be allright |
| I’ll be the third element up in here tonight |
| Who am I? |
| Se I’m hiding in your backpack |
| You tear my tip off, replace it with a fat cap |
| I’m 12 oz. |
| of steel concealed in a knapsack |
| Ya pull me out, ya shake me up, and then attack that |
| Wall or train while ya steady throwing up your name |
| Leaving these end to end burners, ya getting ghetto fame |
| Now me and my brothers, ya know we come in many colors |
| Steady beautifying the walls of a ghetto culture |
| Toys and suckers now you know they getting dissed quick |
| I’m going all city all up in ya district |
| Ya hold me with control so I never drip thick |
| I’m tagging up ya spot, nobody misses it |
| See I’m the brush to a modern day type DiVinci |
| I’m the new urban renewal for ya block’s committee |
| I’ve spoken words of the youth of an inner city |
| I’m vandalism but to others I’ll be called graffiti |
| Keep me shaking, keep me spraying, and I’ll be allright |
| I be the fourth element up in here tonight |
| Who am I? |
| See I’m the God that you don’t know about |
| I gave you breath up in your lungs that you can’t go without |
| See you know the facts of My story you been told about |
| I’m always reaching out for you but you just keep on holding out |
| I know your doubts, I know you’re thinking that I ain’t real |
| See I know you forgot about Me when you got ya last record deal |
| See I know the way you feel, I walked the earth just like you |
| And like a child up in his Father’s arms, I long to hide you |
| Many times I invite you while standing here right besides you |
| But you walk right past, you ignore My hands here given to guide you |
| I gave you gifts, I gave you talents that you just used to gain your wealth |
| But you took my gifts and talents only for you, just to glorify yourself |
| I was beaten and bruised, crushed now for your iniquity |
| Stripped naked, I was spit upon just for you to live eternally |
| Yet you blaspheme Me, you make moves without asking Me |
| Then you blame Me for your troubles and calamaties, you kidding me? |
| Keep Me first, keep Me in your life, and it’s gonna be allright |
| See I’m Jesus Christ, the Fifth Element up in here tonight |