Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chaos, artist - Reflection Eternal. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chaos |
| We your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon |
| of light out of the chaos cuttin down overzealous |
| players who stare we’re the winners of the game |
| Walk in we’l prepared climbin the stairways |
| to heaven while you scared of the people livin under |
| ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder |
| If it was a gun the crowd or some thunder |
| All of that was out my window when I was younger |
| Now I’m much older, lyrical clap MC’s |
| If you don’t know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez |
| (C'mon) I don’t get on stage and waste your time |
| Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can’t rhyme |
| They just babies, I snatch em out they incubators |
| Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth Vader |
| Hard as candy and suck like Now or Laters |
| After a while your style’s tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR |
| Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages |
| Release what I hold save it through my book of rhyme pages |
| Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead sea |
| The cadence off and on like the motion of Tai Chi |
| Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect, Eternally |
| Science to a remedy to help and get my people free, but |
| little support, got my thesis on freeze |
| My only option’s doin bootlegs for the Japanese |
| Get about eight G’s, a heavy buzz overseas |
| Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe, cause |
| down to the chromosomes I’m a purist to this artform |
| Enlighten who I touch and let the world catch on Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon |
| of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous |
| players who stare, we’re the winners of the game |
| Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways |
| to heaven while you scared of the people livin under- |
| -ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder |
| If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder |
| All of that was out my window when I was younger |
| Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the earth |
| Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse |
| My cells begin to peak at least a hundred thousand hertz |
| Meanin my joint’s prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks |
| I cater to these markets first, cause they gravitate to me And appreciate the vision of what I do musically |
| Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm! |
| I walked in and they stared, see how they screwin me Break you down, til you ain’t the man you used to be Domination of my jurisdiction, people’s addiction to lies |
| It blurs the lines between the fact and fiction |
| Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin |
| You start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson |
| Majors they try to hold me captive but mine are figure factions |
| But the foundation of hip-hop hold my braincells for ransom |
| I chance none, fuck them spots on charts and number one |
| If it’s meant, then I’ll accept it gracious when the time comes |
| This grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles |
| Experience is missable, so I approach it from all angles and |
| inject some substance deep inside of rap’s core |
| Take an MC and back to where it was before |
| Call us Liberty like the Bell of Philadelphia scenery |
| Me and Bahama-D, style free like Mumia need to be Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the level |
| Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the devil |
| Lyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal |
| Take that bass out yyour voice you talk to me in treble |
| I’m _Serious_ as Steady B so you know I ain’t playin |
| I’m stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in Philly |
| Keep it positive, my prerogative is exercise |
| See through the chaos with my third eye |
| Word I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vivid |
| Throw your hands in the air if you with it, dig it Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon |
| of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous |
| players who stare, we’re the winners of the game |
| Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways |
| to heaven while you scared of the people livin under- |
| -ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder |
| If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder |
| All of that was out my window when I was younger |
| Seven-eighteen, to five-one-three |
| We meet at two-one-five |
| Reflection Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes |
| Yo listen the fuck up y’all |
| It’s Mr. X to the Z Xzibit |
| Broadcastin with the home grown |
| That’s right, they straight out of my backyard |
| The Beat Junkies, on Rawkus Records understand me? |
| It’s Soundbombing 2! |