Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Luna , by - SUGIZO. Song from the album Truth?, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 18.11.1997
Record label: A USM JAPAN release;
Song language: English
Luna |
| f/ Ghostface Killah, Streetlife |
| Yeah, six o’clock in the morning |
| That’s right, you gotta get your darts right |
| Spray ya’ll niggas on some marksman shit] |
| I got ready to graze |
| Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy |
| Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me The whole place was standin', G What they chant, we was family |
| Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea |
| Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three |
| Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski |
| Versace, banana color robes and my socks be Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky |
| The fans can’t knock me I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me Plus I’m cocky, bitch |
| Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face |
| Cop patrol couldn’t control the place |
| I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate |
| The signs up, yellin', «We love your tape!» |
| I’m sorry I took so long, didn’t mean to make ya’ll wait |
| But good things take time to create |
| You can find me, in your studio |
| Half baked, eatin' ganja cake |
| Tryin' to make my next release date |
| With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate |
| You know a brother bond is hard to break |
| When we perform we cause the Earth to shake |
| Ain’t nuthin' change, it’s still those same niggas you love to hate |
| GZA… |
| I set examples over amplified samples |
| That’s scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample |
| On those fell victim, body loss they souls |
| These beats when I picked 'em |
| Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold |
| RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls |
| Then months later it was, then years later it was |
| Written on loose leaf, that old formula |
| That was stolen by new thieves |
| The journalist watched it, critics couldn’t knock it A piece of history that they carried in they pocket |
| With the time factor, speed was the order of the day |
| What a delay, they were able to, what he would say |
| Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme |
| That’s only excused by a generous mind |
| I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans |
| 'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands |