Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Life , by - Zion I. Song from the album The Alpha: 1996-2006, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.09.2009
Record label: Live Up
Song language: English
Street Life |
| Now how many degrees |
| Before you freeze, with a nomadic please |
| As we roam, Zion I trying to find a home |
| In the four-one-five-one o fo' sure |
| It’s Martin Luther now you know it |
| (Verse One) |
| Don’t ask me no questions partner, be the fire starter |
| Used to take Mata, nomadic places with the earths daughter |
| Emerged from the waters straight raging, anger on the street be amazing |
| Shit lingers, like the old soul senders |
| On the corner catching high stares like a sauna |
| You’s in Ghana, Whitehouse in Ghana |
| Dark city with the face so pretty |
| Tried to stick me in the 60's but you missed me, missed me |
| Escape break through the space of a break-beat |
| Like an athlete style be organic |
| Causing damage it’s hard for folks to manage |
| Sometimes, players passing red wine, red thoughts on Babylon’s bedtime |
| Let me tuck you in, blankets full of sin |
| Chasing dollars down the street that you live in, so grim |
| Here’s some ground never learn to swim |
| Sun rising on the backstreets of Oakland |
| This is streetlife |
| What?! |
| You get stuck! |
| Buck buck! |
| Shot to ring out |
| Turned down, life, a cheap Christ, streetlife |
| Mic’s, my device in this street life |
| (Verse Two) |
| I see Darryl on the other side of the grill |
| Where there’s paper-chasing in this land to make a meal |
| Also born fossils and bread that is stale |
| While people loote’n’kick it bodies drop, oh well. |
| It’s a place where babies that having babies |
| Well who called the shots!!! |
| (*wait a second) Hey man it’s crazy |
| Breaking all these barriers that claim so amazing |
| Making tunnels of sound, freeing the foundation |
| It’s like Momega walking on probation |
| And fearing all the people that feel equal in this nation |
| Making wheat grass to everlast a stimulation |
| But I can’t slow down this demonstration |
| And I gotta keep this sacred |
| Solid as a whole, 360 degrees, cipher as I role |
| Down to the avenue, it gets sold |
| I maintain for the revenue, forget gold |
| This is streetlife (x2) |
| What you going to to with you life, when they turn out the light |
| Streetlife… Streetlife…Streetlife…The Streetlife |
| (Verse Three) |
| Yo, and what the fuck goin' on? |
| Im’a gonna metamorph in the early morn |
| A walkin' timebomb, but I stay calm |
| Life like an animation flick from Hong Kong |
| Daily chores reaping what I sow, digito? |
| Cable ready got my Lakers ready so I let her flow |
| Guaranteed to survive so I proceed to cats under the sea |
| In the land of milk and greed |
| With the heat in the street, bumpin' to the beat |
| Motivate the brains speak gains to the concrete |
| Eveready for the last day’s battlin' |
| Rocking rhymes like this, suckers scattering |
| Tallying victories over seven sea’s, rap degrees vaporise over PhD’s |
| Interlinked, breathe in sink |
| God’s the foundation, boy you better think |
| (fading) |
| What’ch you and your crew goin' to do about the streetlife |