Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stomp , by - The Roots. Song from the album Undun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Stomp |
| It’s about flesh and blood |
| It’s about a heart beat that beats strong |
| It’s about a passion that is unyielding |
| And I want you men to know today |
| It is your time, it is your hour, it is your moment |
| Go take it! |
| Yeah, speaking of pieces of a man |
| Staring at a future in the creases of my hand |
| It reads like a final letter, I’m leaving for my fam |
| But it’s written in language they will never understand |
| A late repentant, never deviating from a plan |
| I drive by headed for the valley of the damned |
| The wheels spin, I’m looking for a sacrificial lamb |
| Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan |
| Listen, was this a matter of flesh and blood? |
| Yes it was |
| Does it matter who win and lose? |
| Yes it does |
| It ain’t about the most blessed love |
| When you return to the essence, what is it back to the essence of? |
| Greatness I wasn’t in the presence of |
| Cause you was fake and never measured up |
| You just a nigga on his regular, but how far am I ahead of ya? |
| It just as easily coulda been me instead of ya |
| We gon' fight 'til we can’t fight no more |
| And when we can’t fight no more |
| We gon' lie down and bleed a while |
| We gon' get up, and fight some more |
| And I want you say it with me |
| Repeat it after me when I say it |
| We gon' fight! |
| Fuck getting fucked, immaculate conception |
| Now «what's beef?» |
| ain’t even a question |
| Calico kisses, cold blood and crime tape |
| Flirt with death, every night it’s a blind date |
| One night stand, payback’s a bitch |
| Shit have you skinny dipping in a pool of your piss |
| Blood, sweat and tears, broken teeth and spit |
| Put the barrel in your mouth, blow the devil a kiss |
| Put the knife in ya back, cut down to the red meat |
| Daddy should’ve let me be a stain on the bed sheets |
| I’m one shot short of a Molotov cocktail |
| Kick in the door like welcome to my world |
| I’m an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit |
| Half of the time I’ma keep it one hundred |
| Don’t play chicken when I’m driving them crazy |
| Get hit in the wing, thigh, breast or drumstick |
| We like |