Light Years Songtext

von Has-Lo

The feelin of deep risin
We devisin a scheme to keep shinin
Within the warzone the flash from the heat firin
Is bright as a police high beam
Only alluring as aromas of kush-bud in tight leaves
Sick of street corner ciphers and freestylin
They ain't your mans even though it seemed like him
Ignorin the fact, that getting high leaves your mind weak
Tryin to drink away the pain of dealin with shiest peeps
In retro, resemblin a play that I'm in, Has hyphen
The lead character. I designed him
Tirin of fake friendship, money is bindin
Emcees gettin jerked in contracts in fine print
It's wicked. Whether the dusk or tide shifted
The elements'll always k.i.m to move with it
Or get lost within the blizzard
It's from a jam in the park, to coliseums at a half-yard a ticket
Descriptive…of how hip hop evolved, we all
Bound by honor is all. Without partners
I still blow. transmittin a subliminal vision
Within the rhythm of your calypso soundtrack
Or its based around that. My team is more than a lounge act, I found that
The moment you begin to stop bein callous and show love
Then you only get a small ounce back
And so to profit, manipulatin your mind is logic
What you feel is really a dance is symbolic
To how we all really feel inside about it
It's not a pop quiz seein what cops did in watts then…
Compared to now, I don't see a difference
Police still beat the niggas and harass all the women
Whatever. I'm not the first feelin that
It's what we all couldn't put in a rap or never said it
Kinetic. Inhaling a breath quick
I stalk in the concrete and metal edges, a murder method
The jungle is oppressive
I grew beyond lovin the slums are wretched, a king's essence
I move lightyears ahead of a caveman's intelligence
Next level of, plottin a course ahead of us
Spectre of a once and forever king
Rumblin basslines are harder than the armor in the brinks
Seein tracks peak on the meter-bridge, that's me
Not in the old crew you seen him with, that's me
Mental as deep as the black sea
The gods sayin “that's peace” buildin on the way today's math reads
As molecules diffuse into the mic, innocent and unaware, livin your life
It's thick like a novel of Tolstoy
A black kid impregnates the system hustlin coke, cracks and boy
A trap, it's kinetic
We still dead men. They just focused on the Middle East terrorism
But Has-Lo bombs like Hasan Izz-Al-Din
And tell you take it easy like the song that Traum sings
And with the music bein a source or forum of sorts
Where all of us speak out and we record them
Talk of our opinion or views put on a disc and you bought them
Some got enhanced portions
And it reflects whether unsure of or in support of
Still, look alive, an epidemic's upon us, You know?
…Look alive and epidemic's upon