Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Granite Earth, artist - Opio
Date of issue: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Granite Earth |
My nigga Pep Nitty put game in my ear |
Said he welcome the angel of death with no fear |
But he still got love on his heel and God’s will |
So until life reveal it’s secrets he gon' build and rebuild |
While I write my architectural digests |
I keep in mind time is just an illusion |
Evolution, I’m only human, but soon in touch |
With the outer reaches, to each his own |
You might find that when you peep this song |
Or walkin down the ave when the heat is on |
You might find at the end of your rope with no hope |
And can’t settle for lyin to yourself no more, nope |
I welcome any challenge that fall from the mountains |
And don’t make excuses when I’m caught off balance (nah) |
I take it as a blessing that a lesson was learned |
Another weapon in my arsenal to threaten the world |
Cause while the earth keep spinnin and maintain polarity |
Both sides of the coin destroy you as a casualty (actually) |
Or take you on a ride to heights never imagined |
In your wildest, childish, self-indulgence get you pulverized |
I’m starin at the sun while you close your eyes |
A new situation, one more disguise, but I’m fortified |
Like Organized — «Crush, kill, destroy, STRESS» |
Ignore the lies and soar through the skies while you mortified |
People stay a-round like a ring |
I foreseen when I was a teen I’d rise like steeeeeeam |
No matter what life brings |
I’m on the brink of somethin big, I devise my dreeeeeam |
And joy come with the sting |
The smile and the frown, the ying and the yang it seeeeeeem |
That life and death are the same |
And what remains is love and it’s standing alone beaaaaming |
Miguel, batter up, strikeout |
Or hit a home run and the fans all SHOOOOOOOOOUT |
You know what I’m talkin about |
Failure or success and major clout is a myth |
And got my niggas chasin a wish |
Gettin dead on a Cadillac just to get a win |
But the good life, like they got good hair |
And all we do is hate ours, complain and stare and sit |
In the same deck apartment |
And waste away another day in the compartment |
But they free, and don’t know they have what they need |
A seed planted in the granite indeed will be a tree |
(and that’s right y’all, yeah) |
We gon' sing, we gon' fly, in due time we all gon' shine |
I’ve got yours, you’ve got mine, it’s all love when we combine |
We gon' sing, we gon' fly, in due time we all gon' shine |
I’ve got yours, you’ve got mine, it’s all love you know the time |
We gon' sing. |