Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luminescence, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RPMMSC, The Underachievers
Song language: English
Luminescence |
They say your dreams just like the lotto, no one get those |
But I go slow, drivin' down drifty lane, dodgin' pot holes |
UA drop a model, fuel the planet, keep the motto |
Started from the bottom, now the whole planet’s colossal |
Elevated knight from the loud smoke, fuck the hype and fix your life homie, |
pronto |
Plummet heights and do it right, don’t gun tote |
Guard your wife, I might grab her like Fronto |
Head honcho, try to intrude, you get combos |
Spreading the truth right through your console |
Light up the oogle, let your pride show |
Better to choose now, only time knows what we gon' do, I’m feeling bomb tho' |
We ain’t bullshittin', I’m the Bull’s Pippen |
Something cold sippin' right before I rip shit |
Beast Coast clan, we the Gold grippin' |
Fucking show killing, getting souls uplifted |
My opinion? |
Your mind is twisted |
My mind is gifted, glow shining different |
Remember them times, not a pot to piss in |
Now we poppin' shit like we got to gripping |
I be on top of prisms, like «Fuck the system!» |
Light shining through me, got apex vision |
Puff holy flowers, got ancient wisdom |
Said the world is ours, but they ain’t listen |
Demonstrate with the life I make |
First they hate, but in the dark, they relate |
Travel the globe, pushing the darkness away |
It’s a long way home, I’m 'bout to spark me an eighth |
We the same, dog, I just paid the cost |
I have my own cross with my own thoughts |
Symbolic for being reborn |
These niggas read wrong, but they don’t mean harm |
They pump your brain, better be smart |
Keep a keen heart, shield it from the dark |
Like camels, partner, I’m spitting proper |
Them Egypt prophets, no one can stop us |
Rays chop chop, but they need binoculars |
Too far ahead; |
God’s speed, you commoners |
Shed no tear, nor flee the evil |
Keep enemies close, so it’s easy to eat you |
Youngin' never listen what the teacher teachin' |
Now a nigga grown, teachin', I must lead the people |
Hopeless, those just leave 'em see through |
Generate a culture, know wars is peaceful |
Gonna be a day, I hope a nigga alive |
Got no time to waste, you ain’t tryna get high |
Take a toke, then I’m straight, no fearin' odds |
Don’t boast, nor fake, can’t live no lie |
Young lords on my team, yeah, we all wanna scream |
«Beast Coast, motherfucker!», watch or ride to regime |
We smoke by the zip, blow down 'til I’m steamed |
Bringing hope to my set, it was all just a dream |
2Pac lives in fortune when I talk shit |
Solo starts tonight inside audience |
Thowin' shots, but they always miss |
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga Oz talk the coldest shit |
I’m a flame, see how hot I get, cool down with the fire piff |
Always keeps me on some higher shit, adapt to my environment |
The young Zioness |
They defying shit, with my eye and fist |
And my godly flow when my mind is rich |
My dollars fold and you counterfeit |
Straight clone, no soul, then devoured it |
Better hold your own, don’t get blinded, kid |
'Cause I’m on the same road, look what knowledge did |
Higher learning, fire burning on my ganja spliffs |
The tables turn, now I’m earning from accomplishments, bitch |
Congratulations, niggas been patient |
Lords of the Bush with the crack, we laced it |
Proclamation, know we had to say this |
Bumping back to basics, now we activating |
Off the slave ships, hop in this spaceship |
Taking off, no waitin', building up like Masons |
Never copy, don’t bother changing |
Be yourself, my nigga, only way to make it |
Face the hatred, let it out, creating |
Because without the faith, you will amount to Nathan |
Trust me, dog, don’t make it hard, if you can give |
Keep your word to the youth and make a better nation |
Set 'em free through my melodies and my energy from my pedigree |
Loyal soldier, put the chrome to vultures, just apply the torture for your |
majesty, nigga |