paroles de chanson Centre of the Storm - Reprazent feat. Zack de la Rocha

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Bless, this vision I sketch a war cry can't rest
Across frequencies east and west style
Raw adrenaline
Let's tap the vein main line resistance, meditate maintain

Raw to settle, the matter the cops scattered
Our blood lost
So matter of fact no love lost
See me cock the steely lock
On Mussolini's ill logic on the minds of the flock

No line divides, violence and reason sold
This killing season is freezing souls, zero degrees and cold
There's 41 reasons to blast back
No one followed Diallo to the grave, fade to black

While all my city is heavy
I drop elephant shit
Smeared the face of the fascist priest's pulpit
So to the mayor
May I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force of course

Cause peace is a myth in New York
Burning white rocks got caught
Don't choke, if ya smell smoke (what?)
I dip my tongue in gunpowder and then I clear my throat

Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mob like Goodie while my hoodie hides my eyes
The critics rush me like
Salman Rushdie as I

Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm

I toss pieces of my syllables like salt by a sumo
Call me Akibono Akazuna, numero uno
Puro Mexicano
My angle is I dangle styles for the flock to follow
Too deep for the shallow
Superstitious niggas that get played like a tarot
Bass lines rattle and will shatter your bone marrow

Blind and can't see me, believe me Stevie
No need to Wonder how, Monch became the Pharaohe
Tongue acrobatter
None Phatter, never narrow
I shot the sheriff and Baretta and the sparrow
Got the Gift like Gab
Rip your rib cage hollow funk the flame into your brain
Matter with the sharpest arrows

The Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes
The critics rush me like
Salman Rushdie as I
Enter the center of the storm with Size

The Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes
The critics rush me like
Salman Rushdie as I
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm

Bless the track, bless the track
What, what, what?
Bless the track, bless the track
What, what, what?
Bless the track, bless the track
What, what, what?

From my mental sparks fly, why is do or die
5-0 got automatics, so why can't I?
Fly by fast like an assassin mashin'
Soon we'll see the beast reach for the sky
But for now I keep my mind sharp
We'll be them bang this track in the park after dark

Lips do flips, never kicked fiction
2000 class summon, now face the Guns of Brixton
Break to face them, never check reality
On it with Roni we devastate the scenery

Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mob like Goodie while my hoodie hides my eyes
The critics rush me like
Salman Rushdie as I
Enter the center of the storm with Size

Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mob like Goodie while my hoodie hides my eyes
The critics rush me like
Salman Rushdie as I
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Our jurisdiction, the world
Our jurisdiction, the world
Our jurisdiction, the world
Our jurisdiction, the world

Bless, this vision I sketch a war cry can't rest
Across frequencies east and west style
Raw adrenaline
Let's tap the vein main line resistance, meditate maintain

Raw to settle, the matter the cops scattered
Our blood lost
So matter of fact no love lost
See me cock the steely lock
On Mussolini's ill logic on the minds of the flock

No line divides, violence and reason sold
This killing season is freezing souls, zero degrees and cold
There's 41 reasons to blast back
No one followed Diallo to the grave, fade to black

While all my city is heavy
I drop elephant shit
Smeared the face of the fascist priest's pulpit
So to the mayor
May I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force of course

Cause peace is a myth in New York
Burning white rocks got caught
Don't choke, if ya just smell smoke, (what?)
I dip my tongue in gunpowder and then I clear my throat

Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mob like Goodie while my hoodie hides my eyes
The critics rush me like
Salman Rushdie as I
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm

Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm
Storm, Storm, Storm, Storm