| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step
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| Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step
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| I was sick of flippin’channels / and sick of flippin’quarters
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| I called my man Zulu/ said, Meet me on the corner
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| Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city
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| 'cause waitin’at the crib can make you feel shitty
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| so he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and
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| we hit the Upper Room/ where they keep the funk alive
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| The man at the door/ invited us inside
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| He said there isn’t any cover/ if you’re keepin’up the vibe
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| We took it upstairs to big up the area
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| the people in the house was shakin’up their derrier
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| Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices
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| Tokes was the D.J. |
| I was happy with his choices
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| maxin’and mixin’the beats they was fixin'
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| my brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope
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| the decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same
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| 'cause when the beat hits
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| you feel no pain!
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| so a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me a piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see
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| a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me but I don’t act peaceful if you’re not that way to me Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
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| Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
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| Five-O was outside waitin’with their vans
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| hopin’that shit would get outta hand
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| so dat they could test their weapons
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| on innocent civilians,
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| the high tech shit costin’million and millions
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| money should’ve spent on something for community
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| but that’s O.K. |
| because we got the unity
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| so fuck the police! |
| we can keep the peace!
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| we can make love and conquer that disease
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| because nothing in the world is impossible tome
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| I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea
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| and nothing in the world is impossible to me you can chop off my legs and I’ll land upon my feet
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| I turn it over to the spirit and I leave her in charge
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| my favorite record sounds like an African Head Charge
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| She’ll beat up the beats with and eggbeater
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| pour em in the batter
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| she’ll make 'em sound fatter and fatter
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| 'cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music
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| spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics
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| songs can be delicious and also be nutritious
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| You can’t payfor culture, it can only be experienced
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| BOOM! |
| BOOM! |
| BOOM!
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| WELL HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED!
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| WELL
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| If the funk is on time
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| then we call it punctual
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| we’re matchin up the footsteps
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| spiritual and functional
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| like carnivale in Rio
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| the Charlie Hunter trio
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| Had the groovers groovin'
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| and all the movers movin'
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| Cuba, Twist, Reminisce and NME
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| Graffiti on the street for everyone to see
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| even the elders in the house was havin’fun
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| because we livin’life at the top of our lungs
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| It was truly a life celebration that night
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| had the world’s greatest time
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| but we’d never sell the movie rights
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| to Morrie Povich, or anyone like that
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| and anyone who does is really, really whack!
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| We fish or cut bait and we’re not takin’prisoners
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| and if you comin’late then you might’ve missed some a this
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| funky good time we had here in fronta you
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| so long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piece O' Peace , by - Spearhead. Song from the album Home, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп