paroles de chanson X-Men VS Street Fighter - KWAM IZ ILL feat. Wauta & Iceberg Theory

It's Iceberg... Theory
Yo, if you're hearing me consider yourself lucky
Consider yourself blessed

Shoe string sanity
For pockets double knotted
Til' we chill in sun, tropics
Arteries flood corroded
Prayers to the Goddess
Split shares with Lama's
Silk robes of the finest
Hand woven, not designer
Teachings spread bubonic
I mold mine into diamonds
Pyramids of Mayan
A sign of the times dying
Sunshine designed by purified fire
Staying alive (?)
Searching for guidance
Resurrected messiahs
Stare into the eyes of Gaia
Blinded by science
Ya whole crew is snakes
Put the lies in alliance
Whatever ya sellin' we not buying
Land of the blind man wit one eye
Son of Poseidon
Born in the Cayuga
Its only time that we biding
When me and Kwam form its like galaxies collidin'
Like spliffs and red giants

Ugh, fuck you goin'?
Nowhatamsayin'
Yo put dat right there
Put dat wit dat
Understan' me?

I be smokin' the haze
Mix it down wit the kush
See the snort in the face
You can tell by the look
1845 classic European wall paintin'
I smoke the bottom jar shakin'
One good foot
Step aside wit the 1-2
Best foot forward
Sauce au jus
Uh, I run it down in the house shoes
If I have to then I'm bout to
Uh, Willie Beamin nickle plated coverage
Flash the work then they snubbed it
Does this and you doesn't
We was what you wasn't
Snub her husband and She loves it
Talkin' breakin' space
I just need to change the pace
Hit the come up University of Pace
Uh, China bus hold the case, Uh
Uh-uh, there ain't no trust in this space, nah

Nah
Ain't no trust in it

Uh, Bet 5 the team still getting' green from the sniff
If it burn funny you gotta knock the seed out the spliff
I've been around you never seen on the shift
And I never got sent to the store for Dutches and Chips
Guess that's where I have to take it
'Cause yall don't listen to lyrics (nah)
Only hear it if it's a gimmick (yeah)
I keep hearing that I should build it
If I build then they comin'
Put er'body up in it (yeah)
Mausoleum put everybody up it
Anybody, everybody
'Cause anybody can get it
Let them tell it, man, er'body is wit it (wit' the shits)
Trigger pull, hammer clap
Gat kick back
Push ya wig back
You point it out
I gotta kill that
I got a heart but I don't feel that
Where the real at?
You fake the funk until it peel back
You can't conceal that, no
Where's the honor in the game
Ya soul ain't got a price
But you sellin' it for fame
It's a shame
I hope you pick up what I'm puttin' down
Look around when we reign
These clowns ain't the same
Look close you see they makeup start to fade (mane)

Yea, Kwam what it is?
Ima be down there in Austin wit you
Runnin' 'round wit them lil' bitches
That got the lil' tiny handguns In they pocketbook an' shit
I know how Texas get down
We just bringin' that New York shit southern
Real dirty, dirty
Yaknowhatamsayin'
I took the China bus right down to the city, ya feel me? (hah)