Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heartbeat (Feat. Rashid Bhikha & Khalil Ismail), artist - Zain Bhikha. Album song Hope, in the genre
Date of issue: 12.07.2011
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Heartbeat (Feat. Rashid Bhikha & Khalil Ismail) |
80 beats a minute, beats a minute going by |
There aint nothing in it, someday soon we gonna die |
Cos from the beginning, at the start of our lives |
Allah Decides |
tick tock… cant stop the clock |
never know when you gotta go |
never know when it’s gonna stop |
pop pop, and then you drop |
your countdown begins since before you were born |
dont let a moment slip by that you’ll regret when your gone |
losing 80 beats a minute, 400 for this song |
tomorrow isn’t promised |
This life aint really long |
the one that’s comin after is the one that truly matters wait stop… |
missing a beat, drawing the heat |
gotta conspire to change your life or its the fire we eat |
cos time is but a token every mans at a loss |
don’t matter if you young or old, you never know what you got |
so with every living, breathing, beating moment that your’re given turn |
attention |
to the one who grants your heart the permission |
before your clock stops tickin |
Thump Thump, every heart beat pump |
they saying stop me chump, now you got me stumped! |
These young thugs, being hard, living life on edge, |
Doing drugs, being scarred by delusions of their age |
they’re their own slave master, Do anything they can to make |
their hearts pumping faster, No fear of disaster |
Tick tick tock, it’s a count down timer, |
Quick, now stop, take a lesson from a rhymer |
80 beats per minute, but as youth we feel infinite |
From the up-beat in the beginning, every symphony has been written |
Cos God’s controlling the pulse, counting the throbs, even the strokes |
Every half-note and quiver, has been written in the books |
when that last beat drum’s, all your past deeds comes, |
Good deeds will only matter, better best bring some… |
4800 an hour, 100 000 a day |
that’s 42 million per annum, man you aint got time to play |
cos praying is what pays when investing in heaven |
drop the cocaine and the clubs, and the vices of Satan |
cos he is the one that diverts you, yeah |
till you visit the graves then realise a life of virtue |
So, sieze the day, make it count, make a change |
believe in Allah, His angels, books, the last day |
the greatest of man, all the prophets who came… |
until Muhammad the last, Peace be upon him we say |
Predestination the plan… penned by God’s almighty Hand |
Heaven awaits those who contemplate and understand |