Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meditation , by - MZ Boom Bap. Release date: 04.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Meditation |
| Chop a rapper if he ain’t break his neck |
| Call the ref |
| Im effing these regulations |
| When on my set |
| The young adept |
| Who never adapts |
| Coming correct |
| Now bring it back |
| Indica weed keep me intact |
| Put on the map |
| My city, my continent |
| For my confidants |
| For my conglemerates |
| Associates, my pops and moms |
| Slipping no confidence |
| Renaissance of the taurus |
| Dont fuck around |
| When coming on the chorus |
| I come in loud |
| Steady, closed eye meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yah, rushing in it with a patience |
| In this realm I do belong |
| My nigga just, rrraah |
| Heavy focus meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yah. |
| To rush right in with impatience |
| My nerves I gotta keep em calm |
| Its how it is |
| Fucked up like snorting crack |
| Touch it down like Quarterback |
| I waste yo whole album with one verse on a shorter track |
| Got my supporter’s back |
| And know they got mine |
| We shut it down |
| Exposing phony macks who sour like wine |
| Power of mind |
| I never hit brakes |
| That feels unnatural |
| Discs burning hot fire outta the canal |
| I channel my foul thoughts |
| Never endorse doubts |
| All sorts, of various fake types |
| In this sauce now |
| Steady |
| Closed eye meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yah, rushing in it with a patience |
| In this realm I do belong |
| My nigga just |
| (RRAAHH) |
| Heavy focus meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yuh. |
| To rush right in with impatience |
| My nerves I gotta keep em calm |
| It’s how it is |
| Dibs Yuh |
| Flipping the cards up |
| Written my testament |
| I feel that a part of me |
| May be driven by marihuana |
| In my armor |
| I meditate |
| I smell the endo yuh |
| It get calm to you dropping to zero temperature |
| I bust my chi on spot |
| When niggas screech |
| Ain’t selling rocks, but limited vinyls |
| Tapes and CD’s |
| Now we taking speed |
| On run ways to tel aviv |
| My cherrie bella got no weave |
| Cause we keep it real with the steez |
| My nigga please |
| Steady |
| Closed eye meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yah, rushing in it with a patience |
| In this realm I do belong |
| My nigga just |
| (RRAAHH) |
| Heavy focus meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yuh. |
| To rush right in with impatience |
| My nerves I gotta keep em calm |
| It’s how it is |
| This for my g’s and g’sisses |
| Fuck phony bitches and niggas who |
| Think they own the world |
| Cause they know some glitches |
| Back in the business |
| We diggin up cracks and niches |
| Scratching ditches for the rugged |
| That you fuck with |
| When you itch to play listen |
| Up on a mission |
| To deliver the illest feel |
| Real abyss material |
| Spilling it on the reel |
| It getting sealed |
| So fuck it up or get killed |
| In a rap game |
| Where any new nigga can cop a field |
| Getting green like copper roof build |
| We gotta move hills |
| For cooperation starts decreasing |
| Until its reaching a still |
| Now nigga chill |
| Dont be jealous or catch a feel |
| I do it for the love |
| Cause selling free tracks won’t scratch a meal |
| Now let it heal |
| Steady |
| Closed eye meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yah, rushing in it with a patience |
| In this realm I do belong |
| My nigga just |
| (RRAAHH) |
| Heavy focus meditation |
| Bust the technique when its on |
| I feel the must |
| Yuh. |
| To rush right in with impatience |
| My nerves I gotta keep em calm |
| It’s how it is |
| How it is |
| In the 17 to the 18 |
| How we live |
| How we dig |