Текст песни Hi-Tek f Common, Vinia Mojica * - The Sun God
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* she vocalize during interludes with no discernable wordsCommon... Common...[Common]Yeah, yeahHi-Tek[Verse One]Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyssUnit in the stash the beats and never found the shitExperience like Hendrix, keep my sound enrichedCats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin bitchIn my sounds the glitch of hatred, for cats who ain`t make itI`ma give it, as far as you can take itTried to take the safe way, told you there`s a gateway to skinnyMany can find it but few can climb itI`m open-minded like a potheadDoin what I gotta do to keep the spot fedIn the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn soulsWorn hoes, who been molested by they uncleI bundle, amongst you cold mother-uckersThe world is bitter, like baby mothersLook how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug usLeast God and the sun love us, it`s the Sun God[Verse Two]Everywhere is broken glassNephews smokin squares, nieces smokin grassTry not to say shoot around my daughter she already know to blastCatchin the future, don`t know who threw the pastIt`s the, year of the snake and the hidden dragonNiggaz is fake like bitches bragginListen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motionIn motion like carsI`m down to Earth, at times I feel closer to MarsThe world is yours, I`m hopin it`s oursSome say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babiesChild of the sun, I allowed it to raise me(.. from a distance) niggaz tried to appraise meI`m hard to read like graffiti so it don`t phase meMy days be spent, behind dream`s tentThrough the sun the divine being is sentIt`s the Sun God[Verse Three]Letters from prison sayin we need a better religionI`m a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven positionI can`t crystalize the mission lies withinBorn to die even in death we beginIt`s heavy `jo learnin what we already knowand carry low swing on a chariot slowBrothers stick though remindin me of revolutionIf the drama comes I`ma have to uhh pop his gunIt`s the Sun God, yeah