Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Blow, artist - Zion I. Album song Deep Waterslang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Live Up
Song language: English
Mind Blow |
I’ll take a runaway train from the reigns of shame |
And focus things so my head don’t hear my brain |
It’s how I’m seeing — keeping it even with balanced breathin |
When the Zion train come it’s the last one leavin |
I’ll be long gone, when I’m finally home |
Just relaxing from the action in the danger zone |
It’s my rest bit, catching my breath before I exit |
Return to the Earth, be on some next shit, bless this! |
One time, maintain shine, chains can’t bind, free your mind! |
Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla |
Aiyyo one time, maintain shine, chains can’t bind, free your mind! |
Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla |
Scolding sill, mellow ice grill, people keep on telling me to chill |
But I know it only poetry can feel |
With emotions that I mostly need to heal |
It’s all part feeling, strong whip black children |
March through the streets with a million |
Dealing with injurious, just us against us |
We must bust back until they vanquished |
Attack, pull over fool this is a jack |
Now gimme back the fad and my bamma weed sack |
My culture, every day I’m getting closer |
Living it up like I’m supposed ta |
Who the king ruling this? |
(Jah!!) |
Jah the light’ll never miss ya |
One of these days I’m gonna kiss ya |
Touch you with my lips against the cheek |
Gonna hit ya, so every day I’m reading scripture |
One day! |
Holla (holla!) holla (holla!) |
Let’s get steady the beat get 'eavy |
When this hit you better get ready |
Barricade your brain the fallout to deadly |
Runaway for the 'ad the Serengeti |
The good that you speak no speak of the smelly |
Stink like meat gone bad brother tell me |
Why you never want to call Jah from the celly? |
Why you wanna never call Jah from the celly yo? |
Maybe gold, when I unload, make an ego explode uh |
They be gone soon’s I enter in the do' uh |
We be venting unrelenting too cold uh |
Fuck a white collar, sucker can’t do me nada |
Been in a lotta situations made it hotter |
Homie but we gotta live it gotta follow |
Give it then I get it, spit it make it proper |
It’s alright, plus my mic sound nice |
Flip it, be specific, them yell dice |
We fly on a gamble, try learn to handle |
Ways that the days of life fade to candle |
And flicker, sicker, black when the cut back |
'Fore we lose track of where we at… |