paroles de chanson Freestyling - Monkey Dola

Ah shit!
What? What is it?
I don't know why beatmakers make it
So fuckin' complicated to get the right licence
Fuck 'em. FUCK EM!
Yeah you're right, fuck 'em

I know I make many mistakes
The higher the stake and the higher the risk
Maybe I just need the risk
Maybe I just need the risk
Baby I just need a rest

Ridin' you know that I'm passin the test
Flyin' you know I got the magic vest
Flowin like giving my best
Shit you know on my flow and on my text

You should be the one to invest!
Soul in the music I bless
I know I'm a mess
Even I can't arrest
The process that's driving the way progress

The older the bone and the weaker the wrist
(The weaker wrist?) the weaker the wrist
But even at 90 (even at 90)
Even at 90 I want to be flickin the wrist

My day they consist, in learnin and movin'
Much more at ease since I've been meditatin'
Fuck they deceive, and I still keeep it going
Shit they be talkin but I keep it rapping

I'm ridin' away 'cause I keep it flowin'
Findin' my way cause I keep on definin'
I keep on defyin' myself, making distinctions
And being as good as I can

Ain't trippin' balls since there sauce in my walk
I'm drippin' hard cause there's work in my talk
My world in these words, style as a lure
Scenes I have seen and the songs I have heard

Homie can't stop I just need to create
Maybe a blessing or maybe a curse
Time will tell if my efforts are worthy
Maybe too lazy or taking it to easy

Maybe no hard work in my DNA
Double recessive, double the passiveness
I need some passion for motivation
Love for the music rap might be my fate

Some days my demons get eloquent
Their cases presented with elegance
"You've earned all this pleasure, it's relevant
Follow impulses, you'll be triomphant"

In my desires my life is a disaster
I go for purpose, changing for the better
Endeavour's a matter of sacrifice
Distractions, temptations push them to the side

Focus on what i can give: knowledge in flows
I can do it even trapped in my lows
After visions, I'm chasing my glow
Homeys they know, I'm trying to grow

All I want's time for myself
Wifi, some food and a
All I want's time for myself
Wife, some food and a shelf

All I want's time for myself
Woman and time with my friends
Other than that I can find education
Other than that I can fall into writting

Ligthing is strinking and neurones are firing
It's vital I kick before my decay
Ridin' cloud9, I'm flying away
Shit I'aint floating, I'm flowing away

Madness has struck, combined with luck
I'm chasin' and catchin' a feelin like "hey"
A hunter of states using lyrics for bullets
Trophies are songs, I live for the hunt

Relaxing I'm keeping my demons at bay
Radiologist scan them in x-ray
Putting my strenght in this vibe for the peace
Then I give it to you

Maybe I'm just a true fu (chip fu)
Finding my peace and sharing it with you
Living and feeling like, this the time, kick it now
Create now, this is how, all my flows, get to you

She shows me
She knows I've been stressed for a while
She tells me let go just relax you'll be fine
I give her my ear and she gives me my smile
I'd be nothing without them and their light

Yeah when they're here I feel I am alright
I kick it for me then I make it look tight
Obssessed by them thighs wish to have them at night
Desire's distracting, my flow is my might

Flight flight
I'm stylin' away
Fly fly
Findin' my way
Hey hey
All I got to say
Bye bye
I'm flowin' away

Flight flight
I'm stylin' away
Fly fly
Findin' my way
Aya
All I got to say
Bye bye
I'm flowin' away