DJ Krush, Black Thought, Malik B. - Meiso текст песни

Yin for yang, I walk on a line
Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind
Life is a labyrinth of dollars and cents
As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense
From the sensimilla I puff, cause the tunnel is tough
Some lick shots with sound, some’ll bust from the cannon
Experts original man’ll examine
I am in fact lackin' confusion, as to what’s real and what’s illusion
I come from Illadelph, where ya health, you never take for granted
As hot as the equator in a cypher round the planet, or abnormal
Niggas appearin' out of portals and demandin' your soul
Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven?
In this continual maze, where nights fight with days
Within my mind, marijuan blaze
And some say I should change my ways
But it’s hard to hear the phrase through the havoc and haze
Thought’s style of lyricism never cease to excella-rate
It’s the great lab dwella
The mentals of The Roots are beyond any computer
The judge prosecutor or the drug distributor
Respect to the ex-Lex Luger, my nigga Malik B the intruder
Phila 5th Dynasty’s the future, and DJ Krush is the producer
Ya dealin' with the ginseng Roots, we get ya renascence looser
Remember me, the Thought, I represent essentially and mentally
Eventually, ya mention me as most high, my decibels are most fly
I come to paint ya Thought’s Black, yo Krush, where’s it at?!
The Roots bring it from the Phila Fifth, spill the gift
The melody of a felony is straight off a cliff
Now, can I get a witness to dismiss Christmas from the myth list?
Man, that’s bogus, let’s try to stay focused
You would think it was the Fourth of July
Cause in Illadelph, a round of applause light up the sky
Why? Don’t ask me, subtle attitudes sometimes nasty
Foul mouth bitches walk around lookin' trashy
Bimbos talkin' about where’s the indo?
Crackheads leavin' babies unattended at the window
To see death, and brothers with strikes who got three left
I’m tryin' to make it, cause if I don’t, I’ll probably take it But perseverance is a virtue
The person that you thinking you hurtin' might hurt you
Ya celly might jerk too
Perhaps I’ll go to court this time when I’m summoned
But I’m a rebel to the system, so I might not be comin'
So if I fail, man just get up the bail
It’s just more time to write another story to tell
Ill elements, drop intelligence
Black Thought, Malik B, fuck up they-re-le-vance
We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust
Man, just leave it to us, look man, you aim and I’ll bust
Fuck betrayal just trust, all the tracks we lust
With DJ Krush from Japan, with no more need to discuss