paroles de chanson The Mind Is Rapping - Lil JJ Reynolds

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

I drop a bomb 'on my brain, hit the button, and blast it
Rebuild it 'to bury my sympathy, in the casket
For feelings that were colder 'than my own, but drastic
Like curses 'that regenerate to words, that are tragic
My mind's a bastard, but I call it a classic
By the way 'it kills depression with lyrics, like an assassin
I'm the measure for my own psychology
Me and music have the same strategies, like an analogy
I'm a prodigy with a flow that's hot, as me
Splitting bulletins 'in half, like trilogy on beats
Nothing's gonna stop the beast from expanding in the wind
With a voice 'of all my sins, turning me 'into an veteran
Living off the mic, spitting out, what I'm about
In my mind, that's like an coin machine, saving all my doubts, ha
Eject the fakes, and restore the genuine
Cause I'm loyal with the pen, when the mind is rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

My grind is on a mission 'to build up a money sprout
I'm a working alcoholic with a sober account
I twerk a buzz 'on my feelings, back and forth 'with a bounce
Now I'm drunk 'off feeling twisted, throwing up on all my doubts, ha
I killed a chef, and cooked my flaws 'on the stove
Cut em up 'with a needle, that I used to tat a cross 'on my soul
I'm far from sane, when I've lost full control
Of my attitude, and now it likes to draw, when it's stoned
I'm intellectual, printing out flows
Thaw 'em out, so they can verbally explain, why I've been cold
No one can touch the wisdom 'of my old soul
I started 'as an veteran rookie, to gold pro
Legendary with my craft sound, waiting to blow
Inside the ears 'of the black sheep, vulnerable clones, ya
I'm dangerous with the pen, like an craftsman
Just listen to my passion, when the mind is rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping