Songtext Meiso von Dj Krush

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Meiso

1996

Meiso

(Feat. The Roots)

Black Thought :

Yin for yang I walk on a line
Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind
Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents
As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense
From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough
Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon
Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine
I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real
and what's illus-ion
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 appearing out of portals and demanding your soul
Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven
In this continual maze, where night 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 will never since or never cease to excella-rate
It's the great lab dwella
Tha 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 healin with the ginseng Roots
We get ya renascence loosa
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?!!!??!

Malik B :

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 looking trashy
Bimbos talking 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 trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it
But perserverence is a virtue
The person that you thinking you hurting 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 coming
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 their-re-le-vance
We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust
Man just leave it to us, look main 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

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(Feat. The Roots)

Black Thought :

Yin for yang I walk on a line 
Between ghetto slang and stimulation of the mind 
Life is a labyryth for dollars and cents 
As I quest for cream, through the steam so dense 
From the sensei me a puff, cause the tunnel is tough 
Some lick shots with sound, some'll bust from the cannon 
Experts o-rig-i-nal man'll examine 
I am in fact lacking con-fus-ion, as to what's real 
and what's illus-ion 
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 appearing out of portals and demanding your soul 
Who controls the eight immortals but the number seven 
In this continual maze, where night 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 will never since or never cease to excella-rate 
It's the great lab dwella 
Tha 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 healin with the ginseng Roots 
We get ya renascence loosa 
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?!!!??!

Malik B :

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 looking trashy 
Bimbos talking 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 trying to make it, cause if I don't I'll probably take it 
But perserverence is a virtue 
The person that you thinking you hurting 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 coming 
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 their-re-le-vance 
We got strain on the brain from bodies left in the dust 
Man just leave it to us, look main 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