Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Always Shine (feat. Lupe Fiasco and Bilal), artist - Robert Glasper Experiment. Date of issue: 27.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Always Shine (feat. Lupe Fiasco and Bilal) |
| Your inner heart, your inner mind |
| You’re the star that will always shine |
| Forever you’ll be with me |
| Uh, it go like |
| You ever see the inner depths of a man’s soul? |
| Or ninja turtles pouring out of manholes? |
| This is balance |
| Between a comic and a conscious, that’s the challenge |
| Between the solitary and the conference that I examines |
| That I imagine was a figure |
| Would be the start of world peace and the transformation of niggas |
| Like the transubstantiation of liquor |
| But that’s just turnin' them into blood |
| And we’ll be right back where we was |
| Not a peace-sign, but a fascination with scissors |
| So I can cut |
| Myself off from the calculations of empress, empires, and the sinners |
| For advancement of human suffering |
| And other things trying to impede my publishing and editorials |
| That’s gon' bring it back to us again |
| A boomerang minus Halle Barry and Eddie and everybody fucking and huh' |
| Shotgun |
| Even though independent cars ain’t got one |
| I got some and more to spare |
| No more despair |
| My motor-ware don’t match my motivate to mate |
| Also I drive to stay alive and ride this over there |
| My momma so mad, so no alcohol in here |
| I’m Aries Spears on my Jay-Z shit |
| Affion on the Drake skit |
| Now how many more can I make with just one voice |
| They might call it fake shit |
| This some deep shit |
| It’s my me impersonatin' we shit |
| Vicariously in every rap I speak with |
| I hope you’re speakin' for me, if I’m ever speechless |
| Cause I’mma be you |
| Even though you’re not here to be with |
| I hope I see these gangsters actin' like teachers |
| Wake up out they sleep, dare to dream |
| In a world so Martin Luther King-less |
| And to my hero Heron, Gil Scott |
| In a discourse with Baldwin |
| On a jet plane with no fear for fallin' |
| But wishin' it never lands |
| Reminiscent of the dream time |
| Presently en route to the rise of the machine time |
| Magazine times |
| With coffee more sugar and milk than coffee |
| Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and failed hooks |
| Roads as bumpy as braille books |
| Fail cools, bad French, and mad push at the door |
| Gourmet food at the starving soiree |
| A choice of one easy woman at a time |
| I’ll take three the hard way |
| Trying to be as abstract as possible |
| And vulgar, the more shocking the more profitable |
| A baby fed molten gold |
| And sat upon a pedestal promote getting called 24 carot souls |
| How to describe this |
| Insightful remarks such as the best thing I’ve ever heard is silence |
| Some more technically impressive |
| In a faux Spanish romantic hues of a Marxist dialectic |
| Pleasing to the critics, but pointless is the common passerby |
| Might as well not even exist, not even a bit |
| In the event of my demise give everything I prize to the poor |
| And to the oppressors, I leave a war |
| And so on and so forth |