Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday Movement, artist - Mathematik. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyday Movement |
| I ride slowly |
| My eyes rise |
| The potency of lastnight’s blunt still holding me |
| Get off my bed, and straddle my head |
| For another day in the life |
| But today is far fetched |
| I catch the whole sketch |
| Out of sight like a brother |
| In debt from lost bets |
| The untouched one touch this sun’s tongue to run |
| Im awake |
| The temptation of my mind overrun far |
| Motivation during the time of the sun or |
| Doing breakdowns and calisthenics |
| Though we balancing athletics |
| Then im back studying ethics |
| To expose synthetics, flows pathetic! |
| Forget it! |
| You now laced with math |
| And base from ghetto concept |
| And I’m set to launch it |
| Clear the area |
| I break down the barriers |
| There’s no pity in the mega city |
| Yo I carry a |
| Full blown conscious |
| Delete none-sense |
| Meditational hours |
| Evaluate my song with common census |
| To fully understand who sent this |
| See I meant this |
| Its not a legacy and mess |
| For those that rose and chose that b-boy could sense this |
| My pairs one |
| My gears on |
| I’m gone |
| Never easy it seems for me |
| Achieving my dreams |
| So I conceive things |
| To ease fiends |
| And brothers that believe in my team |
| See I’m attriving my means |
| To keep my brain sane |
| Yo I ain’t playing, I’m saying |
| Some of us in it for fame |
| Wanting the dollars to rain |
| Upon giving |
| True and living |
| Emcee |
| My decision making cision with precision so we |
| Be in the lab |
| Study the gift of gab |
| My facts so hard, rhyme books get stabbed |
| I face judgments |
| In abundance |
| In a professional world its no oneness |
| I bit forbidden fruit, hidden truth |
| Off with the real scoop |
| Many blind to |
| Truths I confine too |
| And sine the 9−2 |
| I wanted to professionally climb through |
| I never had to mine who |
| Was on top, I’m blessed |
| Hip-hop and stress the |
| Ill tai |
| On the D-V-P-K-Y at high speeds |
| Back to my yard essence |
| With hard lessons |
| I seen Ra black on high grade weed |
| And got with my own blessing for home sessions |
| My queen seen hardships too |
| I start too |
| Visioning a break up |
| Wake up even hard too |
| Move on to |
| Extinguished, move on scale |
| At the rare distinguish |
| Externalize rhymes |
| To fertilize minds |
| Once I heard of a wise mind that converted to crime |
| Got locked up rocked up |
| Days can’t shine |
| Profession confined |
| Left deaf dumb and blind |
| Things like this remind me |
| To mortar in the world moves blindly |
| Peep inside me |
| Every second im shorter into I-M-E |
| Recollecting over the crime of a L-I-F-E |
| That my dime blessed me |
| controlling me |
| My eyes close slowly |