Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind Blow , by - Zion I. Song from the album Deep Waterslang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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… |