Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Triumph , by - Lack Of Afro. Song from the album I'm Here Now, in the genre СоулRelease date: 07.05.2020
Record label: The Bastion
Song language: English
Triumph |
| One, two, it’s Ric Flo |
| Lack of Afro |
| (But you know I’m not lacking, right?) |
| Yeah |
| Uh, check, uh |
| The back of the bus activist |
| Rosa Parks flow with a twist |
| The nonchalant analyst |
| If you’ve got an idea, I’ll be the catalyst to pattern it |
| Spark the brain fo 2pocalypse |
| Change can’t remain anonymous |
| From a background where statistics are horrid |
| I can’t be a victim to a system |
| That’s broken, rotten, I gotta exhibit my own |
| Tate Modern |
| Turn scars to art, spark darkness |
| Awaken lost fathers (Fuck 'em) |
| Break the cycle, reinvent the fruit of the youth |
| Let resilience take the title |
| Vital, more grooves than what meets the vinyl |
| You’re just scratching on the surface |
| Mind churns, the world turns |
| Money to earn, heartbeats, eat, sleep to beats |
| And write the wizard’s wordsworths |
| Real recognise real, vocabulary spills ill |
| Fuck what you heard, trust |
| Triumphant, we does this |
| Flow to bad up the function |
| Bring the fire to the bunsen |
| Inspiration is fleeting |
| Allow that, we put the work in, work it |
| Country bumpkin, outsider street fighter |
| Tell tales, Pied Piper, light writer, graphic designer |
| Artistic, dyslexic like Einstein |
| So I’m fine, bright mind |
| Imaginative and feeling fantastic |
| Rectifying bad habits, realising the math and the mechanics |
| Uh, my body’s my temple, world is the palace |
| Cupping the mic like a chalice |
| In Wonderland like Alice |
| The reflection of intention, creation is magic, yeah |
| Triumphant, we does this |
| Flow to bad up the function |
| Bring the fire to the bunsen |
| Inspiration is fleeting |
| Allow that, we put the work in, work it |
| Battle the field, in one small victory |
| Focus your mind, destine your history |
| The world is yours, be sure to make the most of it |
| 'Cause triumph is gold, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| The earth’s my residence |
| Between the margin lies the sentence |
| Now hold me to my bars even when I’m in Heaven |
| Or cooking up hell, which playground? |
| Time will tell |
| Until then I’m fresh to death, in my human shell |
| Elevated, leaving gold dust, you’re free to take it |
| The world is yours, make the most, rake it |
| With the intention of planting a seed |
| 'Cause if you don’t grow a tree |
| What have you achieved? |
| Triumphant, we does this |
| Flow to bad up the function |
| Bring the fire to the bunsen |
| Inspiration is fleeting |
| Allow that, we put the work in, work it |