- I Keep Calling 歌詞 Masta Ace Statik Selektah Frank Castle 80 Empire
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- Masta Ace Statik Selektah Frank Castle 80 Empire
- I keep calling they don't listen when I speak
But the silence comforts me throughout my grief
I keep praying for the sun to touch my face
Let the music take me to another place
So I keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya
It's Frankie Yo
I let the rhythm of the beat take me to another atmosphere
Have no fear the message is clear
Gather the atoms in the air the caress your ears
Hip Hop is world wide from NY to Zaire
The flow so Marvelous
sheild myself from the haters
A Gladiator so I move like a Spartacus
I never go with the flow cause I be's the flow
Like the electricity on deathrow
God told me see what I carried you through
Just wait until you see what I carry you to
Nip showed me you gotta move in silence
Or they silence you meet me at the rendezvous
if they tryna purse squash the beef and put down the guns
lets just keep it musical
I keep calling they don't listen when I speak
But the silence comforts me throughout my grief
I keep praying for the sun to touch my face
Let the music take me to another place
So I keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya
Every time I try to leave you keep calling for me
To make another work of art for your auditory
I can do it for the love or do it for the glory
Trying to do it for the dough that's a horror story
Lotta dudes when they move, they be out of line
They so slow they don't know when they out of time
They don't care about the art they just tryna shine
But it's real when you feel that you gotta rhyme
I keep calling they don't listen when I speak
But thesilence comforts me throughout my grief
I keep praying for the sun to touch my face
Let the music take me to another place
So I keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya
Uh Ya I keep searching for the sun but I'm surrounded by the gloom
Surrounded by the doom, deficated by the constant, monotonous, monsterous news
Spring in my step, rebirth of the boom, infected from the womb from the craddle to the tomb
Glorified goons, Mel Tourme crunes bah, bah, bah,
Mac booms, cars zoom, fumes from my nostrils,
Last supper treasonous, Jesus piece, apostles
Luke brining the holy gospel ( Amen )
Hospital, hospital, Hosptiable
It's pitiful that we only focus on the ugly instead of the beautiful
The beautiful!
I keep calling they don't listen when I speak
But the silence comforts me throughout my grief
I keep praying for the sun to touch my face
Let the music take me to another place
So I keep singin' ya ya ya ya ya
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