文本歌词

Boom Bip - Zion I/Goapele
I taste the bitter
And the sweet
The sweet and the bitter
Number one draft pick
Metaphysic flow spit up
Sip my own licks as strong like pop liquor
Drink from my flask
Kick back till it hit ya
Hick up
Excused we sipping Jah brew
Got me so high
Hardly know what to do
Been waiting y'all
Glad you finally came true
Celebration of yaself
Family and friends too
Crew who Said it's taboo
For me to show my feelings
Don't you know I'm loving you
Capiche released stress at the doormat
Fresh with the raw rap collapse in your format
Backspin again
Jah 'll wade your waistline
Why hate and waste time
Bounce with the bass line
Follow to sunsets and tomorrow
Why rappers don'tnever
Understand their role models
Sick with the bottle
Let it get hollow medic
Get sweaty by the spit my motto
Holler back
I've died cold and you got the 'nac
I'm asking all of my people
Where ya loving at
So don't fight the feeling
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
I shot the tribe death Judah
Twelve when I delve
Deep into your mind
Praise Jah know yaself
Wealth is at state in
A mental debate
It's all in the fate
Plant seeds then you wait
Be patient backwards is found
When the ancient are the living stay down
Kings sport ya crown
Queens sport ya crown
Jah brings light now the cipher goes round
We build chill party act ill
Then we back to the
Lab for some more battle drills
Skills that's for real fellness is kill
Houseless is lost
In the blizzards of their mills still I arise
My a ancestors let my soul catch fire
And serve as a beacon
For lost soulseeking
A candle per say like in a dark day
We reaching sky high help me get by
Sometimes I need a boost
So I touch the lye
Don't fight the feeling when I write
Revealing I'm a light the mic with hype
Might you fiending for
So don't fight the feeling
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Cold Cold copper
Skinny rap 's in it proper
Drop funk like a sock in ya gym locker
Pop collars I rock impala's
Meet me at the beach
Money rain dollars
Rhyme scholars the green and the MP
I plan to be out like Marcus Garvey
See D-awn trip on ya sizzle
Coc*ine and pistols
Boy that's a issue or two
You can 't see thru the lies
Control the mind lord knows I'm trying
Resign flip manuscripts
It's amp live with the beat
And boom tick
So don't fight the feeling
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
So don't fight the feeling
When we got it right here
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind
We ain't going nowhere
Open your mind some shy