Testo 2nd Floor - Lynx , DRS & Kemo
Testo della canzone 2nd Floor (Lynx , DRS & Kemo), tratta dall'album Vault 1
Keep your distance, I get pissed with persistence
Rowdy drunk with a cloud of skunk as assistance
And even though you tell me that you're listening
You can't understand a single word I say, blood, we're different
And even though we talk the same language
Mine's shotted on street corners while yours is just abandoned
Serial space cadet looking for a landing
Blindfolded time bandit jumping off my landing
Unorthodox stance, ride solo on a tandem
Orchestrate this opera, DRS the phantom
Verbal incendiary device exploding where I plant them
Soundtrack to estates recruiting all your mandem
Ambidextrous flex, changing my position
Been smashing drum and bass since day without no recognition
But if this is the path I walk, I keep this repetition
Rotate at light speed, critical condition
Ripping through your ozone, spit toxic emission
Got flows like clockwork but only more efficient
Under the influence, influence your mission
And then flows with sickle packs, you be going fishing
Broken English extinguishing your dissing
If you're running off your mouth, it's guaranteed you're going missing
Manchester regiment sparking the ignition
When you're blowing out your candles for
My downfall, you're wishing on nothing
As the world keeps turning, drum and bass keeps burning
Now and nobody's learning jack
But if we keep on trying and we aim for the sky
Then maybe somehow we'll bring it back
As the world keeps turning, drum and bass keeps burning
Now and nobody's learning jack
But if we keep on trying and we aim for the sky
Then maybe somehow we'll bring it back
I get no comfort in the misfortune of others
They try to hold down Broken English and they push and they shove us
Ride us to the end, Lynx, D and P, man, we brothers
And I never sold my soul along the way but I woulda
'Cause I sold everything else I ever owned but I know it
But I believe this music ting's gonna lift me out the gutter
Feeling sorry for myself but I won't break down and blubber
My northern backbone won't let me, life's a bitch but I love her
And I didn't really check your mum that time but I coulda
I was too busy trying to get some bread to go with my butter
'Cause life's got a funny way of keeping you grounded
When council houses and rain got you surrounded
But I'm so happy I'm astounded
That we built this with no help and people still found it
I take your words the way they sounded
And if they sounded how I took it, yo, I took it how they sounded
As the world keeps turning, drum and bass keeps burning
Now and nobody's learning jack
But if we keep on trying and we aim for the sky
Then maybe somehow we'll bring it back
As the world keeps turning, drum and bass keeps burning
Now and nobody's learning jack
But if we keep on trying and we aim for the sky
Then maybe somehow we'll bring it back
Back to the roots, back to the old
To them days when they made real music for soul
Before the X Factor and them plastic noses
Made men mayhem next TV shows
Back, back to the truth, back to the bold
To the ways of digging deep and taking it slow
And let's push things forward again
Let's kill this stagnation
Back, back with a plan, back with the heat
With a grassroot campaign, word on the streets
Cutting tracks and wax healing the faith
Now heads can relate, the real, bringing it back
Back with the class, back with techniques
Defend space and time, quality control is back
Bringing it back
As the world keeps turning, drum and bass keeps burning
Now and nobody's learning jack
But if we keep on trying and we aim for the sky
Then maybe somehow we'll bring it back
As the world keeps turning, drum and bass keeps burning
Now and nobody's learning jack
But if we keep on trying and we aim for the sky
Then maybe somehow we'll bring it back
Credits
Writer(s): Susan Janet Ballion, Peter Edward Clarke
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