r.a.p. ferreira - rejoice lyrics
[intro: eldon somers]
moving forward, dearly beloved
make i and i recall
bob’s son set in babylon
atop the very high mountain
carving prophecy into rock
blood from the stone is the wickedest task
yet, rivers to flow, lyrics do grow
and rise and rise to terrible, terrible proportions
stifling the weak heart, made they tremble
but the dreadlocks say, fear not
stamp foot and flatten a raindrop
for in bob and his children’s temple
it is strictly reality we are dealing with
strictly reality, so rejoicе
[verse 1: r.a.p. ferreira]
beeper buzzin’, semper fi cousins
whеn in hot ovens, et cetera, et cetera
wind chimes gone dummy
delirium, serious serum, celiacs, belly out, sippin’ yac
yacked, redacted
told navel, strike that from the record
[?], meanin’ none to flip
you know where the poets is
under some gutter, at the library, by the café, at the atm
you know where the poets is
at the perfume store, in the buffet line
on a philosophical corner, drawing sevens in concrete
you know where the poets is
[?] riding green horses, profaning the inevitable
but never on purpose
lips pursed in verses, spitting juice like plums do
ooh that is delicious
yo, i croon like doo+wops [?]
you know this life is vicious
and it seems, the only option is to cling to the mind that retains the faculty to dream
and it seems, the only option is to cling to the mind that retains the faculty to dream
and dwayne reed screaming, i’m not the same me
meaning, [?], bubblin’ over
summer soldier, cut from the cloth of october
beat made from two metal cans
various spectrums of an evil parallelogram
could you see that? would you bear my eyes?
rhetorical gestures that merit reply
state communist verse the based abomunist
entrance fee is paying homange
patiently awaiting context
white boys in my crew look amish, honest
and the negros is walkin’ around talkin’ ’bout neohoodoo
askin’, who you?
don’t mention what you do for money
isn’t that funny? screw face, moot case
i never demean myself with definition
exquisite sense of what’s hittin’
that’s kept me on this lonesome trail
sink or swell, i’m out to open sea
croonin’, strummin’, open sea, no capo
coterie of lame+os, skullduggery and baking soda volcanoes
laser eye like kano
so run up to get done up
you lookin’ like the corduroy coon’s latest come up
welcome to my rap show, said the spider to the fly
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