DJ Krush — Meiso
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Meiso DJ Krush04:03
Текст песни: Meiso
[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yin for Yang, I walk on a line Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind Life is a labyrinth of dollars and cents As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense From the sensimilla I puff 'cause the tunnel is tough Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon Experts original man'll examine I am in fact lackin' confusion, as to what's real and what's illusion I come from Illadelph where ya health, you never take for granted As hot as the equator in a cypher 'round the planet Or abnormal, niggas appearin' out of portals And demandin' your soul, who controls The Eight Immortals? But the number 7, in this continual maze Where nights fight with days Within my mind marijuan' blaze And some say I should change my ways But it's hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze Thought’s style of lyricism'll never cease to accele-rate It's the great lab dweller The mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer The judge prosecutor or the drug distributor Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder Phila 5th Dynasty's the future, and DJ Krush is the producer You're dealin' with the ginseng Roots, we get ya renaissance looser Remember me, the Thought, I represent essentially and mentally Eventually, you'll mention me as most high My decibels are most fly I've come to paint ya Thoughts Black, yo, Krush, where's it at? [Verse 2: Malik B] The Roots bring it from the Phila 5th, spill the gift The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff Now, can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list? Man, that's bogus, let's try to stay focused You would think it was the 4th of July 'Cause in Illadelph, a round of applause light up the sky Why? Don't ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty Foul-mouth bitches walk around, lookin' trashy Bimbos talkin' about, "Where's the indo?" Crackheads leavin' babies unattended at the window To see death, and brothers with strikes who got 3 left I'm tryin' to make it, 'cause if I don't, I'll probably take it But perseverance is a virtue The person that you think you hurtin' might hurt you Your celly might jerk, too Perhaps I'll go to court this time when I'm summoned But I'm a rebel to the system, so I might not be comin' So, if I fail, man, just give out the bail It's just more time to write another story to tell Ill elements drop intelligence Black Thought, Malik B fuck up they irrelevance We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust Man, just leave it to us, look mane, you aim and I'll bust Fuck betrayal, just trust, over tracks we lust With DJ Krush from Japan, so no more need to discuss
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