Текст песни Run With the Buffalo (feat. One Be Lo) - Def-i

Run with the buffalo
Bumping that One Be Lo
Since the summer of 2001 Binary 'shuffle flow'
Arrows and hunter bows
Thunder rolls
Buzzard roam
Thru dusty roads
And country zones
Rush from the double dose ...
Sevens and double O's
Run it play a few numbers for a couple notes
Seen MC's nowadays taking double roles
Living two lives at once and have to juggle both
The other day the drummer played those color tones
From muddy grey's the brush will fade to rusty gold
Had to dial 1-900 Subino's
For that fluidity liquid lyric deluxe luggage load
From the desert but we were brought up in the water world
Rockin' abalone shell toes dropping pearls
Wind twirls towards the gatherers and fishermen
Path is unraveling travel from Mexico to Michigan

True disciples of decibels on next levels
The best ever to rep rebels the rez hello
We set records and sport medals that's corn yellow
See how the 'H' will sound like when you spell cello
Bass treble my string section insane weapons
In projects more dynamite James Evans
A simple task in the lab you could feel the wrath
These instrumentals path from Woodward to Central Ave
Then rerouted like double six plug in the mix
Undiscovered shit loose lips sinking Columbus ships
The facts really got slap city my rhapsody
Back on the scene mean green like hatch chile
But, there's nothing new under the go
Sun shining over the black clouds
Silver line is the hung drying
My fingerprints on the mic be leaving doves crying
Make a lot rappers mad like mothers and drunk driving

Have you really listened? Have you really read the lyrics?
The lineup in the kgb we're some of the best that did it
God gifted travelled as far as the bars risen
The distance drifting beyond any star systems
Thru holographic prisms on solo missions
Third eye photo lenses control the visions
The plane is subterraneous and the oceans risen
Lo and behold Def-i & Lo will go to the finish
Rowing a boat towards the dreamscape's stream way
Speed race by the sea bay the MC way
Wouldn't be rapping like this without the DJ
Create beat make transcribe a deep crate
Without a further adieu or crew to relay
I'm on a marathon with a baton of green flame
Passing the torch in the patterns of fours
Clash with the shores my tongue is a jagged dagger and sword
Axes will slash thru' the boards then classics are born