Testo Hit 'Em - Zion I & The Grouch
Testo della canzone Hit 'Em (Zion I & The Grouch), tratta dall'album Heroes In the City of Dope
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One, two
One, two, three, four
Street blocks to treetops, sweet spots found
Addiction to detox, three Pacs now
He walks with heat, talks like me, I'm sound
Conviction to beat notch from my head to my cheap socks
Underneath living legends' Reeboks
I'm bound to free speech, thoughts seep around rocks
Volcanic or crack, hard to hold back
Go with the flow, know what you know and show that
Too relevant but I go back
Like keggers on the hill or five on a dope sack
Smoke stack, think, act, shrink rap
Rap with a shrink before you go and ink the tat
That's permanent, life learning it, Pat
Never wanna see the road turn into a track
I ain't running no games, small time, no names
If we one and the same, you gunning for change
Amp hit 'em with a (One)
Zion hit 'em with a (One, two)
Go on and count me in now (One, two, three, four)
Universal how we pen the styles
Amp hit 'em with a (One)
Grouch hit 'em with a (One, two)
Go on and count me in now (One, two, three, four)
They feeling the styles
I got this blues train running off deep in my veins
Slave ships, middle passage, crack cocaine
Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys grind packs
In the belly of the beast where the life go flat
But the music is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily
Perched on the curb, watch church converge
It's the meeting of the minds, in time, light occurs
How we cultivated words like they sacred herbs
Put it in your pipe and pump it, squares can't touch it
Rough and rugged, how you love it with no budget?
Independent game, man, with my slang tame
You can do the same thang, utilize your damn brain
Metaphors and mountains, countless bouncing
A multitude imbued in clubs and houses
We rain like fountains to wash you clean
I'm in the back with my mug on me, my whole team
Amp hit 'em with a (One)
Grouch hit 'em with a (One, two)
Go on and count me in now (One, two, three, four)
Universal how we pen the styles
Fab hit 'em with a (One)
And Zion hit 'em with a (One, two)
Go on and count me in now (One, two, three, four)
They feeling the styles
Let the beat give life to dead souls
The rhymes turn weenies to rebels
The feeling is a whole 'nother level
The drums, the bass, the snare, and the treble
So let it go, count me in, I'm on all corners
Winter, summer, spring, then I fall on ya
My mind state defined great, the crime rate got me irate
It's high stakes so why wait?
Move now, roll out
Hate it when hip hop's finest sold out
My gold out, but I'm pouring my soul out
I never change, only my shows get sold out
So what's the science? Don't be defiant
My music turn midgets to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, Grouch and Zion
Mr. Fab, that's who I am
Amp hit 'em with a (One)
Grouch hit 'em with a (One, two)
Go on and count me in now (One, two, three, four)
Universal how we pen the styles
Amp hit 'em with a (One)
And Zion hit 'em with a (One, two)
Go on and count me in now (One, two, three, four)
They feeling the styles
Credits
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Clifford Smith, James Todd Smith, Trevor Smith, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Artis L. Ivey Jr.
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