paroles de chanson Jorge Campos Fits (feat. Iron Mike Sharp) - Sankofa

I cuss enough in daily life to leave it out of my raps
So if the barnacles are blistered you have found it, the map
I've even got the purple shirt from Matt Plett to verify it
But sometimes, songs are just a way to share some guidance
Adjust the rate at which words bungee jump from my brain
Iron Mike and I are one and the same
Bouncing on the beat, some need to punish with pain
No holy spirit but I'm strolling nearest tongue is aflame
From old and bearded to older and even doper with raps
Too wizened to be posing, steadily I'm honing my craft
Sitting in the zone a snap, BarcaLounger
Upholstered in some corduroy fortified so dark and dour
The dogs are barking louder, pay them no mind
Just turn the beat up higher, and I'm making dope rhymes
I read the blurb and got distracted, maybe half a chapter weapon
Sometimes my enjoyment comes as spat, cemented
I'd sooner write a batch of freshness
Than fester in my frustration straight from adolescence
That wrath is dreaded
Maybe even attach a message for the cats to catch and get it
Holy Moses linoleum slowly strolling past the wreckage
The crash is epic, the burn remains in certain ways
Synaptic methods where subversive traits prefer to wait
The saboteur who knows well the way I work the words
And won't sell themselves short until that verse is stirred
Ripples when the butterfly begins to spread her wings
Verbal Intercourse has been the source of better things
I think of Cube on the Grand Finale, super dope
Even if he said cholestreol, Madrid, the boosted dose
Can't forget a hooping note, Thurl Bailey with the googles
Sure wavy with the slick ensemble, kick the gifted nozzle
Only rocking Woolrich if I'm seen in Orlando
Sickest fits since the wardrobe of Jorge Campos

Arctic expedition the way that I'm setting it
Man, your whole camp froze

So let's do this, make a plan and see it through
Where we are is where it's at, man there's no need to move