Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B Boy Remix, artist - Zion I. Album song Science Of Breath, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.12.2006
Record label: Jah Works
Song language: English
B Boy Remix |
«Zion I» |
«Planet As» |
«Madlib» |
Yo check out the superb tech |
Casinh checks through dialect |
Dope as the gold around your next |
This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like I’m fat spliff |
I show the whole damn world my gift |
From pirates to speakin the pawn |
Powerful just like a pawn |
Positioned in the proper placement |
Focused like militants |
Deep in concentrational cabins |
Devise the secret plan to split atoms |
I verbalize, lust to bust, just as dangerous |
As watchin Mt. Vesuvias erupt |
Corrupt your data disk |
From the super soul powered slums |
Zion I, Planet Asia make it bump, bump |
I’m deep off in the trunk |
SWATS call it crunk |
The fifteen inch woofers make the beat go thump |
I dump clips to pros |
Orrator of goals |
The chilling is killin us with the illest type flows |
«Ah yeah, right about now |
See what we don’t wanna do (uhh) |
We don’t wanna do… just do shit, get up here |
That’s seen and did, and you know |
Just wearin shit we wore before, things like that, ya know? |
We come out to give ya a little something different |
Alright, we gonna get into a little something like this |
Whenever y’all ready…» |
Yo yo |
Vocally blessed to beat you into submission |
I paddle units with pro-??? |
from the underside, the train |
Do not touch, I’m high voltage like the third electric |
Emergency phones needed in every tunnel for this murder method |
You’re dealin with the armed forces |
We wave warmed torches |
Through the trenches of the onslaughtness |
G up, we up next, I’m an-ticipated |
Post my plan is to stand behind my ever line stated |
Delux, Aeon Fluxuate/fluctuate what I pronunciate |
Cold verses be lookin out, but ya’ll people got months to wait |
My mind inside music symbolic to INI |
This ain’t the Sci-Fi channel |
We livin legends of the speak freak committee |
Clash The Titans through the vinyl |
When we splash the atlas with the rules of the game |
We out the old school and came to drop a jewel on your brain yo |
«Since we are folks who has this mad passion for observance of music» |
«I am the art» |
«Beats» «Or just rap» |
«We're going to do something |
That’s a little bit different right now already» |
«And as we put it together, you probably be able to dig what we mean» |
My brother hit me on the game |
Said that we original, man |
And we manifested here to spit slang |
I thought a minute |
And let it sink deep like the Titanic |
We wider than the Ocean of Atlantic |
This typical mythical style in the West is gettin Wild |
I’m chillin like a space upon the Nile |
Reverberatin, why is you hatin, hip hop we creatin |
Across the desert sands, we be bakin |
My melanin, the key to lock, rock spots in flocks |
Off the rugged avenue with my b-boy bop |
It’s evolution, toss a pebble at the devil and smile |
I’m rebelling while propelling freestyles |
From the bottom to the top, I made alot of em drop |
Hip hop’s the lifestyle of urban civilians and even cops |
No it don’t stop, once again another classic |
Fantastic rap shit that make y’all MC’s wanna practice |
How to lock shit down like Daddy As |
I blaze mics for days |
Hit the page like stage then burn sage |
Then engage, this ain’t a phase or some played out gimmick |
That’s word to Kemet for the fact that most of y’all cats is timid |
Vivid fuels, of the do’s and don’ts don’t apply |
To the non-compromising Planet As and Zion I |
Worldwide we’re known, zones as the chosen few |
Verbal shots, I cypher rhymes to leave holes in you |
«Verbal assault--it's on till the death till we settle the score» |
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