Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One, 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
One |
| Planet Earth. |
| Are you there. |
| Are you listening? |
| Well are you prepared? |
| I see mothership connection |
| Deeper into spritual realms in a dimension |
| Leavin some battalion, descending from Orion |
| Travel 'til gone, hear the bust then gone |
| To the next level brought by bass and treble dig with your shovel |
| Like a fossil find me subterranean, hard like a pebble |
| In a microscope we still dope, coat me with your resin |
| Analyze, suprise! |
| secret weapon’s always hidden |
| I’m fittin' to decompress, yes |
| Ride to the sur--face, think your best is good |
| I’m blowin' heat up off my chest |
| Don’t need no bulletproof vest, drop the tec |
| I’m selectin' my infinite power claim and reign through intellect |
| Fly on a jumbo jet to Tibet, meet my queen in Benin |
| All about livin' dreams in a tropical scene |
| Doin' my pimp walk leanin' to the side |
| The sky is so wide, I’m feelin' alright, let it ride |
| Yo we travel through radio waves, roll and misbehave |
| We won’t stop until we get done (Jah let me bless ONE) |
| I sit and meditate, let visions formulate |
| Like the Nazarite Sampson (Jah let me bless ONE) |
| We pray and generate power while cowards get devoured |
| You bakin' deep in my dark sun (Jah let me bless ONE) |
| Dicin'(?) ice is the nicest |
| Tight precise as a knife hit, slice like |
| Samurai swords: Man what the price of your life is?! |
| I rock for five-to-lifers |
| Cats wit gats, deadly snipers |
| Little children ridin' they bicycles |
| Guerrilla fightas to the rhyme writers |
| Raft Riders, and math reciters |
| Cat’s holdin' skunk deep off in the blunt wit gingivitis |
| Ignite yo lighter we takin' you higher, fire yo flame |
| We won’t retire no higher than I’d be a liar |
| We walk a live wire, in fact he a tiger |
| Passin' out flyer (s) tryin' to get you to come to the gig |
| Just to admire the rhyme recital that’s vital |
| Ill-percussion that’s bustin' |
| K-G up on the AHH, 1−2, get busy cousin' with the. |
| While we buggin' and zonin' until |
| Six in the mornin we will |
| Rock and shock elevate non-stop, yo |
| Interplanetary vocabulary, peep hypothetical |
| Notions in an ocean, I’m coastin' on every decibel |
| Amp though, stay low, beneath your radar sensory |
| Prepositional phrases conjunct me to infinity |
| I spin eternally, non-physically: invisibly |
| True reality is one that naked eye cannot see |
| In this galaxy I’m pluto, tiny but I’m rudo |
| Flippin' you up on your back, I attack like judo *Whaaooo* |
| Break it down to the atom my long division |
| Is vision of precision of my triple fly blast |
| A decision that the Lord maketh |
| Taketh away and start the will |
| So I chill, crack my seventh seal, thankin' you forreal |
| Cuz you feel «we» with purpose |
| Shinin' in a light |
| We proceed to ignite the mic to shine bright, yo |