Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kharma, artist - Zion I. Album song The Alpha: 1996-2006, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.09.2009
Record label: Live Up
Song language: English
Kharma |
| Yo, a te' a te' a te' a testin' one two |
| I’m sendin' out a shout to all the massive in the crew |
| I think if you could get into my space and |
| Thoughts travel at light speed of conversation |
| Hell within the slim borders of mind quarters |
| Seats in carport or servin' short orders |
| It’s torment the way the Kharma spin orbit |
| I memorize all my trauma and then record it |
| It’s all live, never been Memorex |
| To manifest faith through my text, let the bill collect |
| Yo, I step aside trouble, boy in a bubble |
| I spit, do my thing, give me space like the craft hubble |
| This here rumble in the world, what you didn’t know? |
| Have the rich eat the po' with they dinner roll |
| It’s habitual, life within this digital citadel |
| Make me holler «Condition critical!» |
| See a pistol pull, seen a solution |
| Baby gettin' fed a syringe of confusion |
| Gun blast make cash, it’s just murder |
| Ratings gettin' higher with insanity and further with it |
| Little boy think it’s fine, little boy is gonna pay-ay |
| Everything you do come back to you someday-ay |
| Can’t face the sun so hide away-ay |
| Little boy think it’s fine, little boy is gonna pay |
| Yo, fire gas lit, act like the Mac spit |
| Won’t make your back flip, trapped in a casket |
| Reminsce on the life that he missed |
| Only sixteen when it came down to this |
| Videos, TV, action heroes |
| Blood lust, bust a vein for DeNiro |
| Burn like Nero did to Rome |
| Why you all upset now it’s at your home? |
| When it was at mines everything was just fine |
| But now you start to see everything in due time |
| Little boy pack a gun, little boy like Tanqueray-ay |
| Everything you do gon' make your hair turn gray-ay |
| Nowhere to run, are you afraid-aid? |
| Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay |
| Pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay |
| Little boy is gonna pay |
| Guns and money go hand in hand |
| It’s the way that the devil keep controllin' man |
| Rebels who fight in the name of Jah |
| But with sticks and stones never get that far |
| Seeds is planted, trees is chopped |
| Many await the day that Jesus drop |
| But in the meantime, live lives of sin |
| At the gates of Heaven, they can’t get in |
| Preachers, teachers, holy rollers |
| Terrorist bomb, Pakistani soldiers |
| Mason bankers, ancient races |
| Fight for the keys of our sacred places |
| Bases loaded, we up to bat |
| Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat |
| Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit |
| Good seed look, don’t do bad, too |
| You got choices to make a dif' |
| Ain’t no weight so heavy that you can’t lift |
| Everything you do come back, no if |
| But when you understand Kharma, life’s a gift |
| Flow has many dimensions |
| Rhyme scheme, consciousness |
| Flow within life |