Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skit, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 10.12.2012
Song language: English
Skit |
| Steppin' live in the place, smackin' blood out his face |
| It’s the principal, don’t get it wrong |
| What I do to eat, is nothing in comparison |
| To what I do to keep, self up, right and exact |
| Sway the mac' if I have to defend the castle |
| Slang lasso, ropin' them til they recoup |
| Pass the keys to the Coupe, it’s cute for wiz to scoot off, '95 north |
| Cut from the cloth of king, who bare struggle |
| In this life line, theology of time |
| Move with our major motion to the mic |
| To recite the dart that I have written |
| Light exists in the darkness, instant gratification |
| How far can you travel to mic spar? |
| Water is the softest substance in the world |
| At yet, it can penetrate the hardest, rock |
| Or, anything granite, you name it |
| Umm. |
| water also is insubstantial; |
| by that I mean |
| You cannot grasp hold of it, you cannot punch it and hurt it |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah…) |
| See the God light gleam so bright, I gain birth to |
| That you attract you, heart so fuller |
| Make you wanna pull your trigger and get rid a |
| Shiny bald militant head like Lou Gossett |
| He’s walkin' with the shinin' lamp of knowledge |
| Glory be the law, with the justice sword |
| Supreme being, all I seeing, radiant son |
| Imperishable absolute, ya’ll salute |
| Approximately three mil', bodies like an empty vessels |
| I must fill, check where I came from |
| Any God seal a Mason is my Sun |
| In this scene, lesson number one, for the dumb |
| If he ain’t true and living, son, then I never heard of one |
| Pack your gun, one on one, come and get some |
| Water… now you put water into a cup…, it becomes the cup |
| You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle |
| You put it in a tea pot, it becomes the tea pot |
| Now water can flow, or it can crash. |
| Be water, my friend… (yo, heh, yo) |
| Yo, I thought the sign read: «No colors allowed» |
| Well how then, give me a few, just listen |
| Instead of wasting time, try’nna grab them back |
| The dominant magnetic will always attract |
| The under-life, quoting him, describe the beat |
| Now Eminem, for example, just another sample |
| Of your worst nightmare, coming back at you |
| So beautiful designed, the places of time, to see |
| Everything that has been, always will be |
| Now figure out the riddle, the never ending cycle |
| Born in his self, back into the circle |
| I’m thankful for the blessing, testing of the lessons |
| Answers and questions, trials and tribulations |
| That were set upon me, it’s hard for some to see |
| But it’s clear as day to me. |
| Be water, my friend. |