Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stardust, artist - The Gift of Gab. Album song 4th Dimension Rocketships Going Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.2009
Record label: Epitaph Europe, Quannum projects
Song language: English
Stardust |
Rhyme to the rhythm |
When I slip in to the zone |
And zero deep into the ruse |
It’s to astonish my opponents |
When I’m on it like I own it Make the whole galaxy call it scripted |
Held ya deep within a different world |
Lightly, so only are to wane vain main |
Never plain, stained brains |
Try to elevate from here |
Not just to simply maintain |
To the vain bang boogie watch my spirit blang blang |
I don’t need no change of jewelery |
I don’t need a dang thang |
Hang, rappers like you |
That don’t produce a realer (?) product |
It’s my soul’s interpretation |
If you want it, hey I got it Only so much time alotted |
Many thoughts that must be jotted |
Clearing out the mind that’s clotted |
Not I’m writting on some 'Pac shit |
In the month of august, take a break out to the farthest |
Region on my rocketship |
Now y’all MC’s can eat my starter |
See the crew I rep is Quannum |
Y’all the bench, we the starters |
We the meal, the main course |
For your belly, y’all some tottlers |
Keep it modest, open honest |
I don’t claim to be the hardest |
Killer, wit’a gun, I really, only wanna be a artist |
Travel the entire atlas, global trotter |
Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, I can concentrate (?) to offer |
In the middle of the sky, you see my Drella glimpse (?) just passing |
Middle of the night, it’s dusty, yet it’s clear |
Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid |
For some pyschedelic clarity to breath within the madness |
When you’re out and you’re far away from home |
And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
Fallin’out from the time they spark the zone |
Seein’girls from the night they got you stoned |
When you’re out and you’re far away from home |
And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
Fallin’out from the time they spark the zone |
Seein’girls from the night they got you stoned |
Left the planet Earth to get a wider like perspective |
On the bigger picture, now I’m steady cruising through the nebula |
Headed out to Mars, with souls and minds are more connected |
Built with elders how to conquer |
Ignorance the mighty predator |
I be the cosmic editor |
And when it rains I let it pour |
And if I’m sure I’m Thor, I guess I’ll be the lyric pedd-a-ler |
I’m deadly with the medley |
Steady, ready with the metaphor |
MC’s are R.I.P. |
if they love life they why they said it for? |
Headed for your head, it’s gonna erupt, I’m blowing up And popping this, it’s cool I be the judge and jury |
With the Johnny Cochran savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often |
When I’m rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option |
How a biased force subsided, never will run outta ammo |
Used to build with pharoahs, riding through the desert on a camel |
Ran into a camel by the name of Joe thought he was wacko |
All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco |
I crackle as I rap, I pro attack a slacker |
Never clever, sever heads |
I’m clever, yes, I’ll never dread a battle |
If they white, they put they thumbs up up like fists if it’s an afro |
In the Bay I’m hella tight and plus I’m filthy in Seattle |
In the middle of the sky, you see my Drella glimpse (?) just passing |
Middle of the night, it’s dusty, yet it’s clear |
Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid |
For some pyschedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness |