Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Original Blend, artist - The Herbaliser. Album song The Blend, in the genre
Date of issue: 25.04.1997
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Original Blend |
Got subjects locked in my cerebral cortex |
On Ampex tape I’m circulating like a vortex |
Check out my techs that use a synonym as inspect |
Mentally badgering emcees with my dialect |
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect |
To recollect; |
too genuine skills I resurrect |
Directed live from the 2−1-2, 7−1-8, and 5−1-6 area |
Throughout borough to borough, state to state, world thorough wide |
I ride, driving mass tracks to genocide |
Verbal defender, the brain infiltrator |
Break and fracture a sucka emcee’s «structal"delegator |
The pen and the pad and the microphone get blessed |
With Nest, with ease now how I digress |
Brothers are getting busy grabbing Teks while I apex |
Verbal backshots coming without the latex |
Watch the caption spin as the wax begin |
How I’m rapping in to hit the backspin |
Now end first verse in the blend |
Herbalise to Resource done done it again |
One of the three the Natural R-e to the source |
In the b-l-e-n-d |
City to city (state to state) |
Borough to borough |
NYC to worldwide rock thorough |
See me and rhymes alike |
Tooth to picks |
Sides to kicks |
Chops to sticks |
Seas to sicks |
Hard Mr. Bricks |
Chest to Vicks |
Corruption to politics |
Sticks to stones |
Stones to sticks |
Not opposites flips |
Cheese to cakes |
Beefs to steaks |
Bones to breaks |
Decks to tapes |
Good food to plates |
Movies to dates |
Cities to states |
Odes to papes |
Shaking MCs off their mics like earth to quakes |
And now the hand of fate dealt me the higher intellect |
Connect verbs, dissect words down to lecterns |
W serves as the first repetition |
H lines and curves take second position |
A plays the third |
The fourth brings the T |
So hit two times so you get ummmmmmm |
One of the three Natural R-e to the source |
In the b-l-e-n-d |
My verbal attacks react to mental stimulation |
I’m leaving gaping contusions caused by lyrical abrasion |
No pausing, no waiting |
I play the plus and starting to get in, shining like the sun |
Lyrical patterns double up on the one |
Like the name when expose the flame |
I combust like aerosol or kerosene contained |
Deaf ears turn the conversation severed |
I set it off like Lateef and getting |
Debted, forget it, it only happens because you let it |
I move, swift tongue sliced crews beheaded |
I said it again so let the repetition end |
Resource and Herbaliser in the blend |