
Rakim - Up lift
Tekst :
(1st verse)Levantore!
Yeah, it s just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level
Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal
Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal
In a thug s paradise where love have a price
So we love for life like thugs love the night
They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights
Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites
The likes lethal, the mics lead you
A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you
I still see through the eye of a needle
So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil
(2nd verse)
Levantore!
Yo, what s this? Yo bust this. Yo it s time to up lift
They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs
And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks
Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks
Taunt cops with more props and we want not
Panhandling with your mans and them
Scrambling, gambling, plans to win
While the cops clock em, thieves flock em
Women watch em, traders wanna top em
Ay yo what s the problem
Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em
The ghetto got em, my man said it s rough at the bottom
(3rd verse)
Levantore!
Ghetto alert, let s do whatever work to get rid of the curse
We went from 1st to America s worst
On this competitive turf, now let s inherit the earth
There s more prize for one another, and call shots
12:00 til the next ball drop
All year around plus they shuffle non stop
You think it s rough at the bottom, it s even rougher on top
My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me
And everybody s side of the street ll be celly
Ain t nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money
And earn money and watch the century turn 20
(4th verse)
Levantore!
We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood
Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could,
But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain t all good
We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight
Keep your game tight, no need to play trife
Get cheese from the daylight to the late night
And it s shouldn t take death to appreciate life
Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if Allah let us
Let s give prop and merits till the block flourish
In this metropolis, stay on top of this
You know what the prophet is, be prosperous
(5th verse)
Levantore!
Now we networking
Respect the next person, it ll be less hurting
Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working
Connect set for certain, total networking
Last chance to advance and stash grands
If you have plans to have fam and mad land
Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s
I know what the problem is, killing our own kind
To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers
Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us
Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train goers
Claim your fame, maintain, till your game s over
(6th verse)
Levantore!
Ghetto alert, let s do whatever work to get rid of the curse
We went from 1st to America s worst
On this competitive turf, now let s inherit the earth
There s more prize for one another, and call shots
12:00 til the next ball drop
All year around plus they shuffle non stop
You think it s rough at the bottom, it s even rougher on top
My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me
And everybody s side of the street ll be celly
Ain t nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money
And earn money and watch the century turn 20
Levantore!
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Return part 2
Things are lookin better now
We re still in this game somehow
And we owe it all to you
Lord, you never let us down
It s time for us to close the show
We wanna let our people know, oh yeah
We re still in this game somehow
And we owe it all to you
Lord, you never let us down
It s time for us to close the show
We wanna let our people know, oh yeah
Chori chori
Aneela:
Chori chori dil legaya dil ka chor
dekhe palat ke mujhe bar bar
Sone chandi se aziz hai wo mujhe sajna
Kadak zara sa sona mahia
Arash:
patcha la evd osa ara darab labe
dava sariama cheje bussia labe
Chorus:
Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya
dil bole boom boom yeh
rut mastani kahe chadhti jawani piya...
Chori chori dil legaya dil ka chor
dekhe palat ke mujhe bar bar
Sone chandi se aziz hai wo mujhe sajna
Kadak zara sa sona mahia
Arash:
patcha la evd osa ara darab labe
dava sariama cheje bussia labe
Chorus:
Chori chori kare dhadak dhadak jiya jiya
dil bole boom boom yeh
rut mastani kahe chadhti jawani piya...
Meisai
Saigetsu ga sugireba kokoto mo hare yagate tagai wo wasure yuku no ka
sameta rison no kaitou ore wa waratta
fukaku tsukisasatta toge wo nuki nanika wo miidasu oroka na sama
tekizaitekisho ni enjiru asu wo motometa
Motto kono karada ni fukai kizu soshite itami kanashimi wo kudasai
jigyakuteku higaisha na ore ni sachiare
sarakedaseba mondai...
sameta rison no kaitou ore wa waratta
fukaku tsukisasatta toge wo nuki nanika wo miidasu oroka na sama
tekizaitekisho ni enjiru asu wo motometa
Motto kono karada ni fukai kizu soshite itami kanashimi wo kudasai
jigyakuteku higaisha na ore ni sachiare
sarakedaseba mondai...
Dionysos
Ich wache auf und schalte mein Gehirn ein Klick,
öffne die Augen weil ich schlief - FOCUS NEGATIV.
Blicke konfus umher - Teer, ein Pfeifen in der Lunge,
ein mieser Geschmack auf der Zunge. Junge, Junge!
In meinem wirren Hirn purzeln Gedanken durcheinander
und es schwirren Erinnerungen Stück für Stück...
öffne die Augen weil ich schlief - FOCUS NEGATIV.
Blicke konfus umher - Teer, ein Pfeifen in der Lunge,
ein mieser Geschmack auf der Zunge. Junge, Junge!
In meinem wirren Hirn purzeln Gedanken durcheinander
und es schwirren Erinnerungen Stück für Stück...
Leave us alone
[LOC]
I’m Hip-hop by definition.
[DADDY X]
Punk rock runs through my veins.
[LOC]
I stepped on many stages.
[DADDY X]
Puffed on many strains.
[LOC]
Ask me any question.
[DADDY X]
This song remains the same.
[LOC]
Kottonmouth Kings is neverending.
[DADDY X]
Bitch you know the name.
[LOC]
Let’s go!
[Chorus]
[3x] Whoahhoooahh
[ALL]
Why can t we just get along?
[DADDY X]
All these security guards.
[LOC]
Runnin’ round shows always actin’...
I’m Hip-hop by definition.
[DADDY X]
Punk rock runs through my veins.
[LOC]
I stepped on many stages.
[DADDY X]
Puffed on many strains.
[LOC]
Ask me any question.
[DADDY X]
This song remains the same.
[LOC]
Kottonmouth Kings is neverending.
[DADDY X]
Bitch you know the name.
[LOC]
Let’s go!
[Chorus]
[3x] Whoahhoooahh
[ALL]
Why can t we just get along?
[DADDY X]
All these security guards.
[LOC]
Runnin’ round shows always actin’...