Текст песни Zakwe feat. Stogie T, Jay Claude - Roots
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Ehh, Stogie T, Zakwe, ehh Before Nelson Mandela was on money I was folding leopards, you would swear it's origami Wild life lessons, every death gave me life Still-born, so me and Christ share a likeness None like him, no Siamese, it's all timing You can push, hope it come out live, but this ain't the gynae Zakwe hit me like "Let's talk about the rhyming" Couldn't find the heart to tell him "that's not my vibe scene" Not when the world need a Marley And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping complex And I'm not trying to shop a complex I put my shit in the music so you can find strength It's a lil' project I built from the onset Ordinary people baptized now that's a John Legend Born in Tanzania, that seems far-fetched But none of you know the world that's in my closet I make lines speak to the heart of the darkness Everything hidden unless you listening with your conscience It's taking revisiting lyrics to feel the content German precision sniffers is ill-equipped for this bomb threat If she could get too thick for Shawshank Don't bank on lip if you can't swim or walk it Didn't got the whisky on the arm rest Puffing something stinky from the tropics With a face like brake lights Eish son you can miss me with the nonsense About that time I'ma get that money I made mistakes, but I'm make more hunninds 'Cause now I found the roots to my sanity Shades from my money tree, Hip Hop my daily bread All black coupe can't see nobody If you ain't know, better ask somebody Glory for the pain in the booth for the new look Nothing's been the same since fame, Haleluyah All black coupe can't see nobody If you ain't know, better ask somebody Glory for the pain in the booth for the new look Nothing's been the same since fame, Haleluyah Uh, See times and people change but numbers don't It's real, Ng' overdose-a le skill, the weak I'm over those We made dough without flour ekasi, it's where I rose Ng'phuz' uTugela ne tap water that's how I switch flows I've been down for the streets, and now it picks me up (I spit!) Straight from the dome, see now they wanna fill me up The time is up for you niggas if you ain't down with us I'm moving clockwise, mang'fun' is'gubhu ng'yam' clock-a u-Wise They recognize I'm a pops now with a gorgeous wife I know my son is gon' shine, I bet that on my daughter's life I bought cars from songs I wrote while I was walking by Player, never ang'phuphi, I sleep it now with an open eye I'skhath' as'mile baba, we gotta do better in rap Second you every second you take the first step, ha You Father Christmas niggas, set on the first lap Now I'ma run tings, my niggas first on that last lap I take a stand mang'tshela lez' ez' oblivious I-straadi k'mele bas'funde k'thina, we got that Syllabus We bypass those who are biased mas' release-a You don't buy us bring the pliers Negative mind is easy to minus Division of labour must now multiply You see they add a lot of problems when they minus-ing us They must, do the math from the previous lines Selling gold was contagious, now I got that midas touch, that's right We survive when they told us we're never winning in this Patience on my timeframe till I could picture this, ha Y'all still drink ciders and pee 'em like evenings With that much flow, I could beat the odds when I even things And be the voice of the illest Shit, I can flow so the industry put my thoughts on a jiggy beat Either or, I'm a lyricist I'm a boss, I'm a genius I was born with this eagerness Get applause and the millions, 'till I'm gone they be feeling this About that time I'ma get that money I made mistakes, but I'm ma make more hunninds 'Cause now I found the roots to my sanity Shades from my money tree, Hip Hop my daily bread All black coupe can't see nobody If you ain't know, better ask somebody Glory for the pain in the booth for the new look Nothing's been the same since fame, Haleluyah All black coupe can't see nobody If you ain't know, better ask somebody Glory for the pain in the booth for the new look Nothing's been the same since fame, Haleluyah |
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