Songtexte Praises - Dante Jordan

A sentient pen
Distinctive ink with
Grip equipped with stick shift
To relinquish pink slips
Ancient English over wind drifts
Spin this vintage
Found in the bins with
A grimy blend mix
And a 90's "Friend's" disc
At the pawn shop
Where its finely fenced in
A long walk down the tracks
Just behind the engines
You can find my mentions
With the Sublime of dead men
Lookin' down on my head when
I rhyme intentions of spirits beyond
I just hear 'em and calm
Astral projection
Past assholes who forget when
To protect the planet we on
You can pray til your knees gone
But what you say won't relieve those who need you to be strong
My son needs a father to lean on
See farther than I can
New horizons
Know when to multiply and
When to divide land
See past the eye-span
So much more off the shores of our island
I cram knowledge into my jams
Polish my plans
Leave 'em with a freedom like abolished spy cams
My man, they lie, sham, scam
Scram, when the truth comes
Loot, shoot, mis-use guns
Pollution from the fools tongue
But dad ri-ri-ra-ra-raps
Dad raps his higher rhythms into fire systems
So when it all boils down
Thank God I got a cool son, Praises!

Why don't you just give it up
For someone else
Or you just be livin' stuck
Doin' for self
Why don't you just give it up
For someone else
Or you just be livin' stuck
Just doin' for self
Give praises!

I can't think of what I did this week
Another album on the way
Yah, the list complete
Not often that I hit the streets
But you sayin' I don't hit the beat?
Gimme a fuckin' break!
I'm in the roughest shape, so
Cut the tape, yo
Enough mistakes
I'm in the oven, baked
Where the stakes are high degrees
One swing of the iron these
Emcees fall flat, oh the irony
Tryin' to find the steam
Trapped inside my time machine
Like a vibrant dream
Cut short by a knife inside ya spleen
Fell asleep on a point
Just to wake and find your keys
By mistake, and leave your jeep
As it just gets creamed
By a semi on the interstate
Lost in thought
Almost locked the door for no escape
Now there's smog and smoke an frogs are croakin'
Praises to God that your flaws are spoken
Open the portion to permanent poison to soak in
And jet the throne
These dogs best left kept at home
I'll make 'em fetch a bone to the sound of a metronome
Send it home
Praises are due, so fuck you
And that pretentious tone
May your rocks be thrown
Held on high, as I exit stoned
Just walk on by
I'm often best kept left alone
So I'm in my zone
Send praises in phrases
To all that amazes
Raise it on high
To the patrons awaitin' some peace for their patience, Praises!

Why don't you just give it up
For someone else
Or you just be livin' stuck
Doin' for self
Why don't you just give it up
For someone else
Or you just be livin' stuck
Just doin' for self
Give praises!

Are you only gonna do for self?
Give it up for someone else
Try an hide your vulnerable
Raise it high if your honorable