Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ishmael, artist - Shabazz Palaces. Date of issue: 28.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ishmael |
| I was known on the throne |
| With your own light of home |
| Fully charged from the stars |
| On life through the cars |
| I unwound on the moon |
| On a chopless nightless crew |
| Showing myself in the light |
| Being myself all the while |
| Sun unstill until sin is still |
| Cause sin is still in our sons instilled |
| Sinister minds |
| Sinister plans of sinister dudes |
| Sinister motives sinister moves |
| Sinister shine on sinister move |
| Sinister hearts ride sinister grooves |
| Sinister ranks 'mongst sinister crews |
| This one here from me to you |
| Started off rude ill finish you smooth |
| His tools crude while mines just fluid |
| Mirror please tell him he’s the dude |
| Principles claimed but none pursued |
| Telling his bitch «bitch that’s my groove!» |
| Tell her come time to show & prove |
| A lottery win the peaches choose |
| Motto be: Dog, to each his groove |
| In the jungles I’m follow through |
| Every down is an audible |
| ‘Cause every style I rock is swallowed whole |
| Some are all mine some outright stole |
| Some of them foes some be your bros |
| This another fly one y’all can blow |
| Corny ass fucks are thrown in dough |
| Pimpin' on top his paper throne |
| My richness is incalculable |
| My tacoma whips my falcon soar |
| My pimpage passions palpable |
| Huey beats and Malcolm flow |
| Intimacies I doubt you know |
| Down in them grooves you can’t even go |
| Fuckin' with me she stay aglow |
| Parallel lines and magic stones |
| All of our stories told in codes |
| From a FuturesPast platoon |
| Brought forth in rhymes |
| A secret memory of way better times |
| When we was raisin' high |
| Couldn’t sell us none of this shit |
| You could back us against that wall |
| But you’d hear that click, another clip |
| I’m asking where did it go? |
| What happened to my folks? |
| Beauty bought by empty corp |
| Loving what you don’t |
| I can’t understand |
| Why we couldn’t hold sway |
| And place ourselves behind all these things we paved the way |
| When they basking in your glow, they smile |
| Keen observers notice something bitch up in the style |
| Jealous fellas to no code betrode |
| All his accolades are self bestowed |
| Plot his talents through his master’s mill |
| But never tell us what’s behind the veil |
| Don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t jux |
| Don’t sniff, don’t coke, don’t strap |
| I was raised to figure that’s your rat |
| Between hell and high water he froze |
| Incandescent rivers I just glows and flows |
| Well |
| I just got chose |
| I can no longer minister to your sinister grooves |