Tabula Rasa Pt. 2 feat. Gentleman,Sékou,Afrob,ジョイ・デナラーニ

歌詞

Watch me appear on the field, my mission is to chill I'n'I think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill I been busy on my rhymes, put some on a layaway What makes me happy like Caribbean carnival on labour day I love my mama, the hip hop shit we kick is thick And if you trip you jealous motherfuckers get the dick 'cause now we kick in the door, you never heard it before, Raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for, Making rhymes not war, droppin' lines but don't sniff 'em, I'm chillin' with my man Max and Sekou with the spliff an', Reminisin' about the time the Phlow used to rock, But '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis to tie the knot, Blowin' the spot, what, makin' hip-hop what it is First's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz That's what it is when we droppin' part two It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you Yes for you and your people, queens and not cheap ho's, Commons not Deebos, true friends and not the fake bro's, In it for the love what is deviding us from many, Breaking thru like Shaka Zulu for the heart and not the money Mr. Gentleman What 'dem wann' do for stoppin you Mephisto can't strike we down The rebel will come through What 'dem wann' do for stop you When you're under your meditation and look through We kick that progress report consort to make it happen Set up forts in foreign lands expand for everlasting The fam span across the atlas like Diasporas Escape from out the grasp ot the most wickedest captors Hear the laughter of the Czars in the dark like Nabokow Rebellion coup d'Etat, shit is raw, cut they heads off Those who were lost floss now living lavish Destination be the pastures of the city of Nazareth Catalyst the revolution move the troops from out pollution Mobutu citizens get the boot right in they asses Ambassador status bring the loot back to the masses Who live like hostages, the system be abusive like the music business is We exist in the abyss but images be marvellous like novelists Picture this like hieroglyphics on the fines papyrus The world is ours but is devoured by the hour Spread the scripture like Egyptians while the wicked spread the virus Through the lies I realize the righteous bare my likeness But they spite us so let the weak recite this Sow my seed amongst the captives let the fleet complete the cipher Mr. Gentleman What 'dem wann' do for stoppin' you Mephisto can't strike we down The rebel will come through What 'dem wann' do for stop you When your're under your meditation and look through What 'dem wann' do for stop you Mephisto can't strike we down The rebel come through What 'dem wann' do for stop you You could never ever put out the fire we are walking through Auf dem Kilimandscharo des Rapszenarios Spiel'n wir das Business wie Supermario Ob Popcenturios in HipHop Studios, was FK is' furios wie Julio Iglesias Ich ritt den trojanischen Gaul im Blendwerk der Hölle Sah die Fäulnis des Biz, blieb im Sattel wie Paul Schockemöhle Ihr nehmt Rap wie Öde-Pus-sis Ich mahn' Plattenmultis wie Mullahs Rushdie Im Jahr 20 nach Guevara brach es aus uns raus wie Lava Wir nahm'n uns Land wie der Sand in der Sahara Mach' Tabula Rasa wie Kabila in Kinshasa Mobutu MCs fliegt zum Mars wie die Nasa Euer erster Gehversuch war 'ne Bruchlandung Jetzt holt ihr euch ein Reimebuch aus der Buchhandlung Der Freundeskreis reist und bringt den Virus wie Fernfahrer Immer wenn es regnet zähl'n wir Sterntaler Mr. Gentleman What 'dem wann' do for stoppin' you Mephisto can't strike we down The rebel will come through What 'dem wann' do for stop you When your're under your meditation and look through What 'dem wann' do for stop you Mephisto can't strike we down The rebel come through What 'dem wann' do for stop you You could never ever put out the fire we are walking through