Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
.
*drop this*
you cant have me anyway,
im already spoken for.
my lil angel's waitin for me outside heavens door.
from what i hear there's a line,
curved out into the end of time.
im not tryin to game or rhyme,
im just speakin whats on my mind.
im goin to quit callin out her name,
because she's not even here to end this pointless game.
call me at 3 and dont be late,
we gettin floored tonite becuz thats our fate.
we goin to the waterfalls to open tha gate,
crystal clear waters to open up and contemplate.
let me know when i can stop tha flow,
i wanna go where the vibe is equally centripical.
poppin and lockin liquid breaks glowstick rockin..
bumpin bass boomin vibratin and shakin.
rollin kay'd Gz sayin please put stress to ease,
scrathin and mixin drinkin and chillin,
dancin and grindin house musik is our gospel.
plurry blurry K'Kids rubbin vix oofo glowstix.
my gramma isnt great,graduated a devout junglist.
and if you dont understand this giggly flow,
than guess what, you just dont even know.
kandykid hatas jealous because they aint playas,
they just wannabe thug rava hatas.
im a k'kid holdin it down,
eva since i witnessed tha orlando/sarasota clown.
jacksonville, south keys,Bmore and DC.
CALI'S CALLIN ME, THEY GOT MY KEYZ.
midwest born, south breakbeat bumpin womb,
even learned what really happened iside Christs' tomb.
im goin west ya'll, dont miss me please,
to all my brothas and sistas who kept my mind at ease.
sandy sheets and salty eyes,
no dispise,ravas rise, hip-hop luv compromise.
read betweenthe lines, find truth in my eyes.
creation is the begining of evolution,
who cares how we got here,
lets write our kids 6th grade history lesson.
witness the rebirth of oldskool house,
thats where my soul is, ill go east,north,west, and south.
Ka-nadia,Day-town,Chi,Nap,even wayne's forts' down.
you cant stop us,we Tribal Hybridz WorldmuthafuckinWide. Cali,Jamaca,Japan and Amsterdam, KottonMouth Kings, Hed p.e. kornkidz up in this house, bringin the roof down for that cali sonic sunrise. Beats trick or treat,
raise yo hands and stomp your feat,
you will all hear me screamin this to that bassonic domination of 2003.
sept 13th, we march to be free.
now is the time. stop the crime,
join hands and ride with me,
none of you are to blind to see.
its now or neva,dont say whateva,
i know you feel it to,
comon, you know what we gotta do.
pack the busses call up hendrix and morrison,
its woodstock raver style,
to recapture the plur.
dont let the dream blur,
and we can accomplish our last flight.
and set it up for the next generation to feel alright.
Peace.
*drop this*
you cant have me anyway,
im already spoken for.
my lil angel's waitin for me outside heavens door.
from what i hear there's a line,
curved out into the end of time.
im not tryin to game or rhyme,
im just speakin whats on my mind.
im goin to quit callin out her name,
because she's not even here to end this pointless game.
call me at 3 and dont be late,
we gettin floored tonite becuz thats our fate.
we goin to the waterfalls to open tha gate,
crystal clear waters to open up and contemplate.
let me know when i can stop tha flow,
i wanna go where the vibe is equally centripical.
poppin and lockin liquid breaks glowstick rockin..
bumpin bass boomin vibratin and shakin.
rollin kay'd Gz sayin please put stress to ease,
scrathin and mixin drinkin and chillin,
dancin and grindin house musik is our gospel.
plurry blurry K'Kids rubbin vix oofo glowstix.
my gramma isnt great,graduated a devout junglist.
and if you dont understand this giggly flow,
than guess what, you just dont even know.
kandykid hatas jealous because they aint playas,
they just wannabe thug rava hatas.
im a k'kid holdin it down,
eva since i witnessed tha orlando/sarasota clown.
jacksonville, south keys,Bmore and DC.
CALI'S CALLIN ME, THEY GOT MY KEYZ.
midwest born, south breakbeat bumpin womb,
even learned what really happened iside Christs' tomb.
im goin west ya'll, dont miss me please,
to all my brothas and sistas who kept my mind at ease.
sandy sheets and salty eyes,
no dispise,ravas rise, hip-hop luv compromise.
read betweenthe lines, find truth in my eyes.
creation is the begining of evolution,
who cares how we got here,
lets write our kids 6th grade history lesson.
witness the rebirth of oldskool house,
thats where my soul is, ill go east,north,west, and south.
Ka-nadia,Day-town,Chi,Nap,even wayne's forts' down.
you cant stop us,we Tribal Hybridz WorldmuthafuckinWide. Cali,Jamaca,Japan and Amsterdam, KottonMouth Kings, Hed p.e. kornkidz up in this house, bringin the roof down for that cali sonic sunrise. Beats trick or treat,
raise yo hands and stomp your feat,
you will all hear me screamin this to that bassonic domination of 2003.
sept 13th, we march to be free.
now is the time. stop the crime,
join hands and ride with me,
none of you are to blind to see.
its now or neva,dont say whateva,
i know you feel it to,
comon, you know what we gotta do.
pack the busses call up hendrix and morrison,
its woodstock raver style,
to recapture the plur.
dont let the dream blur,
and we can accomplish our last flight.
and set it up for the next generation to feel alright.
Peace.
