Текст песни T-Bone - Blazin Mic`s
T-Bone - Blazin Mic`s слова песни
[T-Bone]I`m sweet like cinnamon when I`m spittin this lyrical venumGivin the rappers the blues like denimWhen I`m killin em, fillin `em wit these syllableSynonyms of adrenaline spillin off my spiritual tongueThen numbin `em like penicillinPlus I`m tryin to reach the lost like Gilligan God willinThe spiritual healin will stop the drug dealin and killinBecause I`m feelin like I`m ready to lose my mindSo many bullets be flyin and rydas be dyinGotta make a difference for instanceThe inmates in prison make a bad decisions for lack of wisdomSo I cut them open and make incisions, fill `em wit spitiualismTell `em bout the one that`s arisenHow they can be free in they spirit and have thier sins forgivenBy the one who died apon the crossCuz even when they were into all thier drinkin and smokinHe loved them even when they were lostSo please listen to me and stop dissin a GCuz I got they remedy on how ya`ll can be free[Chorus]Blazin.... MicrophonesBringin nothin but that, Heat.... From the West CoastChase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito..... CorleoneWe be runnin things so act like you.... All knowBoneyard can`t be stop now[T-Bone]I`m not a Jehovah`s witnessBut I witness, for JehovahBack in the day, the first to slang cane, and bakin sodaBut nowadays I like preachin the WordLike a drug dealer slangin Holy rock on the curbContact smoke gotcha trippin of my rims, crush eyes and my ropePlus I`m gifted wit flows and wrist is frozenI thought you all knew dawg, I`m God`s chosenHighly favored, standin wit the elite that stands apart dawgAnoited, bring the Word to the streetsAint entertainin the fame or the set you claiminThe game of namin, unless the name I`m naminIs Jesus on the throne and reinin, paintin a picture for G`s banginOn how the Lord can save em, train `em like a Baltimore RavenEngravin the name of Jesus across their heart, cuz it`s breakinPlus Satan is waitin, anticipatin and hatin but ones we got emThere ain`t no escapin[Chorus][T-Bone]I been doin this for 12 years, it ain`t easy ya`llTo make hit records that are off the heazy ya`llEspecially when them bustas sippin on the hateradeTalkin behind your back and tryin to stop ya on day to dayI dont make music for them playa hatas any wayThis is for killers and thugs that`s sippin on the AlizeRun aways and Ese`s locked down in prison, why emThe one`s ineed of a physcian and I know the perfect DoctorYa`ll that can heal you when you answer to the altar callHe can fill all the emptiness and void in your heartThat`s why I rhyme out of need and not love for the artSo listen, my only mission is soul fishinSo when the rapture happensFaces will be on the back of milk cartons missin[Chorus]