Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom Shiva, artist - Soom T. Album song Bong Bong EP, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 04.08.2013
Record label: Scotch Bonnet
Song language: English
Boom Shiva |
When we pull into the last stop in for the final time, |
We can get loud and try to find the diamonds rising to the sky. |
Get ready for dying, ready for the next trial to abide by, |
Unafraid of time, coming to the end of line. |
We bring the love, all bring it to all heart and minds. |
We preach to be kind, try to make people come and unite |
In the fight, fight, fight to be, to think, |
To teach them all to live their life right. |
Let’s see it and then to the kingdom we rise. |
And the ganja say ya praise for the one, |
When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva, |
Spreading the law within the land ya, |
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer. |
For the good win, yeah, for the good fight, yes, for the good they try |
As for the good know why that like good riddim we let it ride |
Spread the knowledge of the most high, most holy and wise. |
While we strike a gold riddim, make a sound for the nation |
Not give to be given, just a love for the human race and |
Respect body and mind — turn from the wicked bad kind, |
Let the light lead you to a true world domination right. |
And the ganja say ya praise for the one, |
When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva, |
Spreading the law within the land ya, |
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer. |
Leave many truth buried in the ground, truth flowing from a fountain, |
Left in a cave hiding up a mountain with a record of my sound and |
Mungos sound system, bass bins to make a din |
When the future man find them to hear us nasty like ride em |
Re-invent electricity; |
get the needle in the rim |
Get that deck spinning, while they all are listening wondering |
What are we hearing, is this voice of god left for the children |
So we don’t start warring all over again. |
And the ganja say ya praise for the one, |
When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva, |
Spreading the law within the land ya, |
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer. |
I go recording of sunny islands |
Cutting them diamonds vinyl spinning riding |
I’m a happy face unless someone smokes my supply and |
Forgets to press record |
Before I’ve finished spitting on the riddim |
I get faster, as the waves always get fatter |
Like a ship about to blast up |
Take and strip away the matter |
To a sound that seldom matters |
Without abracadabra, |
Bring the beat and then the natter then the… |
And the ganja say ya praise for the one, |
When he hand ya — Say Boom Shiva, |
Spreading the law within the land ya, |
Equanimity like Rama Sita, together burning reefer. |