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DJ Krush - Zen Approach lyrics
f/ Black Thought * currently only available in Japan or as an import (Verse 1) Yo, yo, you wasn't payin' attention, I'm henchman, hit the entrance Trenchin', wasn't no means, a intervention A dollar bill will make a hundred-ten Yen son How much you willing to sacrifice to win, huh? I personally have paid mine and then some Climbed up an inch at a time, now who the Zen one If not self, whom else could you depend on Friends gon' swear it's aight, and probably been wrong I've got them battlefield dents in my armor A twitch from the drama, the trees, and bad Karma But yo, I'm a precision, proceed ya preformer We operate every night, and leave in the morning To get you high as a kite is the reason you wanted It's like, a direct flight from freezing to burning hot shit The audience fiend for this fix And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo... [Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought] (Verse 2) Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel, locked in position It's got to be my guy, the turntable tactician You all in a hush, silent, trying to listen You wanna feel this realness, that reads "spittin" It got ya head, splits ya eyes, can't stop twitchin' The only thing that you can do is rock to the rhythm Thought puttin' down, cuz he's the world-reknowned See me lickin' rhymes, trappin' like I'm firing rounds And um, you in tune to this infinite sound And um, the revolution poppin' off right now I make you raise ya fist, raise and I'm proud Raise ya fifth, and bust it at the flag like BLOW You fuck-boy niggas tryin' to keep it on a hush But Black Thought spit it cuz you people want the rush You feel? That's why the audience fiend for this fix And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo... [Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought] (Verse 3) Yo, I got that renaissance, turn-of-the-century choke And I'ma do the people right if y'all just give me the vote We feel to ride, hit 'em high, Krush just give me the rope See all the porcelain chase cats gettin' the broke One at a time, now best focus on who the dime When your blade's sharp as mine and people want you to rhyme And want you to spill, for me it's not nothin' for real Me and my man run at your band yo we tough on the will He'll blow ya mind like bustin' the steel I give the crowd somethin to feel This sound got the power to heal It's like The Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill A quarter a kill, the bird while patrolling the field I'm puttin' rappers out cold I done rocked from Tokyo to the North Pole Whenever my man program the passcode y'all receive the fist Aiyo Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo... [Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought] |
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