P.O.D. - On the grind
Tekst :
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What?
My soul is payable on death, the flow I m layin here is deaf
Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck
I m a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco.
Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo
Gas mask with the gangsta strollo
Got a piece that will match the chrome D s on my low-low
Total chaos, you think that I m a rapper your way off
I m a killer that be murderin these tracks, so stay off.
Serial rhymin, convicted of driving and beat the hymen
and breaking the hymen on ears that never heard of the line that I m in
The danger zone is common, city blocks got the demons mobbin
I m a con-artist, starvin, strong armin
Jason s guitarin, Traa s bass while Wuv is bombin
Bring the streets to the booth, It s my therapy from mental scaring
From the hell when i dwelled in an L.A. projects
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Do what it takes to keep from fallin
All i know is how to hustle man, so I ll stay on it.
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
down on my face there s someone trying
try to grind it out these streets we live
and I m not dying
My souls payable on death, home grown out the west
my words be leapin from the grill leaving you holding your breathe
So who want next, and who gonna test?
Come get this lyrics beating, I m out the frame like graffiti
It s so misleading, but i make it look easy
and everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy
So my crew roll through, you know quite is kept
But my level is next, so bet it all on dread
I break bread with hustlers, conversate with kings
Conquer kingdoms with warriors and preach to the fiends
Partake communion with dealers, love the least of these
Ask forgiveness from a priest and keep my ears to the streets
Some of my people still fightin they own demons
And some of my people still shootin until it s even
Some kill you just because, and I ll leave it at that
But I choose to use this mic to push these platinum plaques
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Do what it takes to keep from fallin
All i know is how to hustle man, so I ll stay on it.
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
down on my face there s someone trying
try to grind it out these streets we live
and I m not dying
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Do what it takes to keep from fallin
All i know is how to hustle man, so I ll stay on it.
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
down on my face there s someone trying
try to grind it out these streets we live
and I m not dying
When it drizzle come the storm
and when you born, you see that rappers die where I come from
You thankin gangsta, thank the game
West full circle and it finally came
From the waters runnin how the west was won
How them candles flamin for my brothers to find home
Broken halos and clipped wings
Though we birthed of the west coast, we ll talk in them real things
Did ya ll know that gangstas don t cry?
Did ya ll know all thugs don t ride?
We gangsta pimpin but we had to
You ever touch my sister, got you!
I m keepin it gangsta cause keepin it s worth keepin
And paid for being processed
With sleeping worth leaking
The streets ball callin me out of control
I d rather be sending love before I let it go
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Do what it takes to keep from fallin
All i know is how to hustle man, so I ll stay on it.
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
down on my face there s someone trying
try to grind it out these streets we live
and I m not dying
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Do what it takes to keep from fallin
All i know is how to hustle man, so I ll stay on it.
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
down on my face there s someone trying
try to grind it out these streets we live
and I m not dying
I ll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time
For all it s worth, I keep on searching for my piece of mind.
I ll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time
For all it s worth, I keep on searching for my piece of mind.
I ll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time
For all it s worth, I keep on searching for my piece of mind.
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I m on a mad styli
Underground, we come cool and deadly
With that natural sound
It make you feel so free, you no turn it down
Vibe 6-19 from the Southtown
And Jah know, what I and I wanna do
Because Jah know,...
Gone... (x2)
The time had finally come to kill the vein.
And I m dropping down the dirt on your grave
It might hurt so bad, but I can t feel sad
Rid of a fool like you
The wrath has just begun
Trebraruna filha da Dor
Guerreira sagrada, Deusa do Amor
Trebraruna teu leito semente
Acolhe-nos agora num muy doce abraço
Trebraruna és Vida és Morte
da Lua és filha, dos Lobos consorte
Trebraruna pagão é teu ventre
Ansiado refúgio de quem ainda te sente...
You are the light
That guides my way through fear
I know my path
Will lead me to the King
And all the world
Will bow to worship You
You are the God
Who changed the world through one Holy Son
You gave everything
So all the world
Will bow...
Życie gangstera ciężkie jest
Otwieram oczy, cud że budzę się znów
Przede mną ona jak cementowe buty
Jak lufa spluwy
Znów będzie dzień zatruty
Futro z lisa, kolia z pereł,
Diamentowe znów kolczyki,
Nowa suknia, kort z basenem,
Mam już tego dość!
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