Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flow, 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
Flow |
Flooooow |
Floooooooow |
Flooooow |
Flooooooooow |
Straight for a country man, I got to get through to you |
Mixed with I do with Zion I, Is special and you knew it, too |
Time free your mind, expansion and we on the grind |
answering the question to, where the hell am I gonna find |
Bliss |
My soul’s music is timeless |
keep it close to your heart |
it’s art at its finest |
A pint is not enough |
liquid courage to go around |
so when i draw from the universe |
I put it into this sound |
Would’ve been lost, but found myself in the process |
of getting up over and over and dealing with gods tests |
You best to believe my quest to relieve |
Pain it still remains |
but frame by frame we make the sickest scene |
the most equipped of teams |
tower with tall torches |
only the weak hearted wilt like cowards with no voices |
of course the choice is yours |
pick the lock to open doors |
get the crop to go for more and |
where ever the wind blows |
me and my trusty pen go |
and at the drop of a ten cent coin, I let my men know |
get past the windows, the walls, and the fences |
let down your guards and come to your senses |
let it flow |
Flooooow |
I sit back relax and vocalize my free |
Dumb cause some tell of emotion lacks inside of me |
I play the lottery of life |
You on the rule-a-roulette (?) |
pullin a card, but it’s hard not to sweat |
Place your bets |
you ain’t a gambler? |
well (?) I’mma handle ya low |
I got some tools for the small to grow |
a A-O |
Now let it flow |
Ill bring it lower than the code in my ebony soul |
turn into diamonds cause i’m dyin to know |
what is the process, we droppin this |
genesis, appocolypse the opposites |
Can’t have light with out the darkness |
I’m Sparticus, Posiedon, (?), and Orion, |
I’m before yesterday |
and tomorrow, I’m magnifying the… |
lost hope |
the ones we were scared of |
the child in the big green field who wants a hug |
I’m a natural, black classical thoughts generate |
pressure build, always cut the skill with some heat |
and my vertigo |
halo |
sometimes you shouldn’t say no |
we clean out the stuck to see you spit the drain-o |
now lets go |
and that’s fo sho |
I’ve seen sideways days, with a slight grey haze |
when the right ways, they don’t pay |
but they build personality and character |
origionality will carry ya, like a chariot in area |
while others stare and laugh, me I’m just preparing that |
passion pent to the point, where one can only dare to act |
natural in my pressence, cause were all of the earths essense |
bring it out from the root, sing it out like some true feelings |
uninhibited from the ceiling to the floor |
and beyond what man’s made, cause I stand for so much more |
And I plan for that though, but can’t demand for that, so |
when i don’t know, I let the wind blow |
I spend my days in limo, where the sun is a temple |
and we all walk around laughing, indo (?) |
It’s like a maze, what I been through, though it all seems so simple |
hind sights 20−20, yet it’s hard to continue |
in the now, when the style ain’t really versitile, |
and you get caught up lookin out the window |
I mean don’t be watchin me when you got someplace to be |
suck a nipple, blink, your old grey and crippled |
so let it flow |