Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song These Words , by - Panacea. Song from the album Ink Is My Drink, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Moore
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song These Words , by - Panacea. Song from the album Ink Is My Drink, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопThese Words |
| My head seems to think like a nasty jazz song |
| Feet tapped the beat that’s driven by car horns |
| The trees, cheers the seats, just meeting my eyes |
| Subtle sounds like the kicks inside of pregnant wives |
| I’m saying it’s elementary, silent in people nation |
| And you feel all the music around you making a statement |
| A state when it isn’t just law and discrimination |
| Where every action soldiers a part of the world you’re making |
| From playgrounds with kids' laughs, to raindrops to heel that’s splash puddles, |
| the waters that fizzles from jags that hit that puddle |
| To the one with the breath that part you cuddle |
| Life’s a circle, I stay watching, the clowns dancing, the walls are trouble |
| And every struggle I transcribe with the sound |
| My stimulations penetration there’s no fucking around |
| I keep a crowd steady ducking for sound |
| Maybe cuz I’m underground forever, summon the towns |
| I’m singing all These Words to you |
| To make you feel alive (one hundred times, one thousand times) |
| Relax yourself, let me ease on in |
| Just enjoy the ride |
| Hey, you see a table but I see a new beat |
| You see the words but I’m composing the peace |
| Building a place, protractors know the angle I take |
| Words I state may get you open like a nod when awake |
| Let me splash the pieces like the quarters through the trailer park door |
| Life’s a movie with no sound and I’m just writing the score |
| Like a nose |
| Composing a law, before the mind of human evolve |
| The follow, the hollow lens that’ll seeping through pores |
| Music’s my life, there’s nothing there that’ll have me a chore |
| It’s casual like a smoker, I admire fire’s crackles |
| Playing my record’s static as the cancer’s plays the battle |
| I’m in tune with the green as far as to the grey as |
| Travel in the grey like the sun when it’s afternoon |
| In tune like the music that’s bouncing throughout the room |
| Like butterfly cocoons the sound makes a beautiful bloom |
| Its what my life is simply made of the way that I think |
| The meaning behind the message, brother, Ink is My Drink |
| It’s when I sit in deli, tell me, every lyric spells me |
| Holds me, drops me, held me, bones cross within me simply |
| It all compels me, like hair products gels me |
| To water flows to wealthy, sights I can well see |
| When going through my day’s plays missing all that’s important |
| Fighting my way through crooks to find myself within me |
| To prevent confusion I turn my sight to a sound |
| Write when I lounge, if I handle luck when I’m found |
| Benefit me later or now, no matter I wound |
| And every morning that I wake up I begin it again |
| Straight up off the top, we still drop bombs |
| And every time we gotta represent straight past your block |
| Just feel what’s going on, its so chill but ill |
| Cats be trying to see the way we build them skills |
| We seem to axe 'em, still gotta count our blessings |
| And the question coming back to kill our essence |
| Beyond the urkel, doesn’t matter, on time commercials |
| Cats be tryin… |
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