Текст песни Vibration - Victorino

Look
Starting near the ending of '96
Born into the night, I been considered an owl since
Gotta spread my wings to stay fly for this outlet
Searching for that power to put a shock to your conscience
So watch for the caution
I ought to be honest
For context, it's the rap Ritchie Valens
Fooling on these strings and then I hit you with a ballad
But I'm careful with the flow because I know we need a balance
No TJ Lavin but I'm here to bring The Challenge
I came up where there's Lions & Tigers
Bear witness to these paws when I'm lying a strike here
Never strike out
Never out of the game
Cause victory's on my mind, that's even part of my name
Hey
Obie Trice, no gimmicks
As I bring the light into light, there's no vision
When live a life of the night, it's so frigid
Cause I much rather rise to new heights so my soul lifted

I know that you've been waiting for the day that I rise
Above my situation of mine
But I'm caught
In the storms of my life
But I'll
Find my vibration
Vibration

I remember when my dad said "you gotta be more aggressive"
So I
Took in his words as I'm recognizing the lesson
Proceed to load all my poems and learn to use 'em as weapons
Get to popping off this heat, I ain't talking a Smith & Wesson
Never been the type to just gamble away my life
So you can bet it up that this world ain't a paradise
Fakes all up in your hair, I compare 'em to parasites
It ain't never all fair or nice
Swear that Phil Collins can feel it call In The Air Tonight
Right, (Oh lord) right
I'm not one for negativity
Sometimes I talk smack, but your hands will never get to me
You can read between the lines, look we not even in symmetry
This is so you know though
I'm out to get the chicken like arroz con pollo
The boyo
Has no need for the kitchen cause this the rock that I steady be shipping
Get it

I know that you've been waiting for the day that I rise
Above my situation of mine
But I'm caught
In the storms of my life
But I'll
Find my vibration
Vibration

Uh
Hey, Victor
This beat go Chiquita bananas
I thought this was Carlos Santana
Guitar and cigar and piano
I'm back in the Copacabana
I'm up, yeah
Yeah, I'm popping now I want a Phantom
They couldn't pop so they move to Atlanta
I'm praying for man
Just pray for me, Nana
They say I'm too blunt like the back of the hammer
They rolling up blunts in the front getting hammered
I know that they hear me, but still I'm enamored
I'm rapping about heads, I feel like I'm Santa
Oh ha ha ha ha
Feliz Navidad, you be dancing with devils like cha-cha-cha
I got an album that's ready to drop
Talking to labels like blah-blah-blah
I'm like Socrates with rhyming schemes
There won't be peace 'til I'm deceased, laid easy
I got God with me, His prophecy
He promised me that He would never leave me
But it kinda bothers me cause honestly a lot of these MC's be cheesy
That isosceles over the eyes' obsolete
We all know, believe me
All that I'm hearing is "I got the ugh
I got the drip", shut up
Duhduhduhduhduhduh, we run it up
We on the come up
Put up or shut up
Please
Don't kill me vibe
Black and brown pride relations
You don't want no problems, keep it modest
Southwest & seven Mile, forget about it

But my voice was, it sounded good through the headphones but the beat's kinda like

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Whoa oh, oh, oh
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Whoa oh, oh
Whoa
Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey
Hey