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Quisha Son of the soul	Gepost door Quisha op vrijdag 31-10-2008 om 19:43:11
	Just some lines written down at some places somewhere, i can't even remember of most of them. Enjoy the reading Peace! Ey yow the beats got me going all psycho Listen to them, thinking hours of a freaking title Hallucinating, see the notes flying high Equalizers on the wall bouncing on the bass and the hi-hat Lies flat on the frequency of the tunes Looking up at the sky and see a vinyl instead of the moon My record list is as long as my own tactics Contraversial vocabs gets you mad and ya dad sick Pass it to my friends and flow it on the streets all day Never thought i’d still be rapping after being away For twohundred days in down under looking for wonders Found every single thing I wanted Bring the message throughout lyrics and when I’m blunted I do it on the easy going track without cheesy flows ‘n crap When you meet me you know where the real shit is at The son of soul came and he’s bringing that rap back! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Steek de stekker in het stopcontact hoor ons pompen Begin er zoals altijd op te droppen Geschrokken door de stroomstoot Adrenaline verhoogd de hartslag Hoor een sound die me doet ontspannen Vergeet alle zorgen en voel verlangen Om terug te keren naar die momenten In de studio chillen met de B je kent ‘t Brainstormen over de ruige concepten Luisteren en produceren als machines In opdracht van een God die er niet is Raps zijn niet meer aan te slepen man Woordspelingen in het hoofd, leven lang De PickUps, alle cd-spelers en Hip Hop! Liefde voor muziek tijd voor een PitStop! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Got people holding me back when I go too far But they can’t do shit when I spit, it’s like war Fight myself with complications, insecure ness Frustrations turn me sad sometimes I am cureless Though I’ve got a nice life and I know it too good Groove through, the streets and move when I proof That my style is as sick as snakes going out for hunting Blunting goes parallel with the producing Using my music to express and to relax on it Not thinking about my tax-back but my love, shit There are so many things I can worry about All my worries are just worries for my sound Never feel too fucked up to admit it to you Though I do when you start bucking, I do ya Spray you like a chef sprays his ratatouille Open for a lot of styles but not for the fake ones When they turn up you can find me in the back Choking some of them herbs within fat blunts --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heb gevoelens en ben verliefd geworden Op haar stem en ze is ritmisch geordend Vloeit elke dag weer als ik met d’r werk En als ik zwak ben maakt zij me weer sterk De hele dag denk ik aan je en hoor ik je nog In m’n achterhoofd speel je af als een plaat Het deuntje blijft hangen, houd me aan de praat Hoef je nooit iets te vragen of over je te klagen Want je hebt alles in je wat ik mezelf kan wensen Je bent mijn engel en mijn arts zonder grenzen Zo leef ik in je op en beweeg ik me telkens weer Richting de club of discotheek voor de goede sfeer Ik weet niet hoe je het flikt om mij zo te raken Ik hou van je muziek, en ik zal je blijven maken ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ey yo ik rijm om te vermaken en niet om je te raken Sta graag op de planken zoals een gebakken broodje Een man die alleen dingen doet waarvan hij zelf geniet Chill met de dudes en vloei met inkt op gebakken beats Zal mezelf laten horen ook al sta ik in mijn eentje Geef wat er te geven valt en het word nog steeds beter Want elke bass zorgt voor een kick in me spit Een extra boost van adrenaline waar je van schrikt Luister en dans, sjans met de man of meid naast je Want als ik op tijd zou kunnen rappen dan haast het je Dus wees er snel bij en laat je koppie lekker bangen Vrede binnen in de club en buiten ook zonder twijfel Maak je dus niet druk en laat je gaan op m’n gezwijmel Ik rijm al jaren en verfijn al maanden m’n shizzle Zo zorg ik voor een moment van feest en chille riddles Wat ik doe is wie ik ben en wat ik zeg is mijn middel ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Introducing a style from the Netherlands it’s all good Started with some guys from my own neighbourhood Rapping since I understood what I was looking at A world filled with greedy people not looking back But I’m a happy boy spitting around with my voice Hoping there will be a day without all the noise, now I am not a dreamy type but a creamy type, steamy type Studying faces when walking, observing the raises Down the beautiful streets of Holland, I’m calling Out All the individuals who are being proud For what they stand for and what they believe in A lot of Dutch folks knows how to stop the mistreating The sick minds can be cured by expressing in rhymes So get up and stand up for your rights and your life I’ve been doing it for so long together with my friends That I’m ready to get you all involved in our “band” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ey yo my style’s set Figured out my position is now at it’s best Had alot of time to brainstorm To think about everything I came for Stand my ground Feel like a statue no-one knows about But i’m about to make a statement Ready to climb out of the busy basement Have no more worries and no more time To be depressed or to be acting like Einstein Gonna be myself again after all the years Of living in a mode between smoke ‘n tears ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You guys know me, I don’t spill words to explain People are powerful at running the liar’s game Spreading agony and pain going crazy on the dollar Dressing up putting on the happy face as they holler Saying cheese to the cameras easing on dilemmas Never trust what’s going on behind the scenes fellas Roam on the streets with your eyes open cause I say It’s not only television where things go on backstage You know the couple of guys who want to run the business Make sure it’s not the guys who want to cut your fingerzzz Play the game and do it right by trusting your singers Happy hour only comes when your heart says it mixes Don’t let people brag or take you down with tough talk Enjoy the thing you do and prepare for a rough walk -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Self destructively, unbelievably tight Writing at day turning in a wolf at night Searching for the right stage to crawl on The right spot to trip, faint ‘n to fall on Ones I started there’s no one who can hold me back Cause the rage and the energy push me to the max Got no self-respect for the only thing I’ve got is rap Tap Tap, the sticks on the drum kit burn me lose From the stress and the flashes of my weird youth no more damnation nor is there frustration Rhythm is ticking on the 96, glass breaking by the bricks Fat ladies feeling sick as there body moves on Fitness of the modern age time to get ya groove on Save the day by living on the music twice Throw the dice till you see the seven eyes A lucky life to live as lucky as my tribe Its Racially mixed following a new way Off the record, away from the Shepard’s herd Wolves below the wool hunting for the absurd Pandemonium’s the tool to free the sick minded coming closer to the soul curing the deep blinded Music taking over control as I leave you reminded -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- "Don't mind your competitiors, just do what you wanna do and what feels good!"
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