Текст песни Zion I f Goapele - Boom Bip
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I taste the bitter And the sweetThe sweet and the bitterNumber one draft pickMetaphysic flow spit upSip my own licks as strong like pop liquorDrink from my flask, kick back till it hit yaHick up, excused we sipping Jah brewGot me so high, hardly know what to doBeen waiting y`all, glad you finally came trueCelebration of yaself, family and friends tooCrew, who? Said it`s taboo, for me to show my feelingsDon`t you know I`m loving you?Capiche, released stress at the doormatFresh with the raw rap collapse in your formatBackspin again, Jah `ll wade your waistline (???)Why hate and waste time, bounce with the bass lineFollow, to sunsets and tomorrow, why rappers don`t neverUnderstand their role models, sick with the bottleLet it get hollow, medic, get sweaty by the spit (of )my mottoHoller back, I`ve died cold and you got the `nacI`m asking all of my people, where ya loving at?[Chorus: Goapele]So don`t fight the feelingWhen we got it right hereWe ain`t going nowhereOpen your mindWhen we got it right hereWe ain`t going nowhereI shot the tribe: death, JudahTwelve when I delveDeep into your mindPraise Jah know yaselfWealth is at state inA mental debate It`s all in the fatePlant seeds then you waitBe patient, backwards ??? is foundWhen the ancient are the living , stay downKings sport ya crown, queens sport ya crownJah brings light, now the cipher goes roundWe build, chill, party, act illThen we back to the lab for some more battle drillsSkills that`s for real, fellness is kill, houseless is lostIn the blizzards of their mills, still I ariseMy a ancestors let my soul catch fireAnd serve as a beacon, for lost soulseekingA candle per say like in a dark dayWe reaching sky high, help me get bySometimes I need a boost, so I touch the lyeDon`t fight the feeling, when I writeRevealing I`m a light the mic, with hypeMight you fiending for[Chorus]Cold Cold copperSkinny, rap `s in it properDrop funk like a sock in ya gym lockerPop collars, I rock impala`sMeet me at the beach, money rain dollarsRhyme scholars, the green and the MPI plan to be out like Marcus GarveySee D-awn, trip on ya sizzle, cocaine and pistolsBoy that`s a issue or two, you can `t see thru the liesControl the mind, lord knows I`m tryingResign, flip manuscripts It`s amp live with the beatAnd boom tick[Chorus]