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letra de the drumz - ebilam

(chorus)

eyo gareth plays the drums…
and i lace the rhymes..
the new sunrise.
with divine authority we activate your eye..
this is called art..
warmth for your cold heart…
learn from the fire the burn is not invain…
the calling keeps ringing in your ears you better answer…
you better answer..

(verse 1)

we grow seeds part of the creation process/
unseen forces at work makes you conscious/
when danger is near their spirits makes you cautious/
drink up the rain when earth milks up her moisture/
you rejected stone who helpes the village cross the waters/
you not alone earth produced many sons and daughters/
divine oder of the ones that came before us/
taught(thoth/tehuti) by the sun god himself we called horus/
watch the holy bull of the heavens becomes taurus/
but i am pisces i swim through different crisis/
anything that touches thy soul should be priceless/
i bring forth messages from anu and antum/
i rhyme like i want to teach my fellow bantu/
when ancestors want you there is no where you can run to/
the greater call was dialled by the creator/
pick up the phone your are not promised later/
climb the inner throne through the ladder of your shrine/
let the double coilled serpants rise on your spine/
my poetry is a written translation of god’s dreams the mystery they won’t speak/
i was brought to earth like the whales and the dolphins/
may the light touch your life so your cycle completes
(chorus)

(verse2)

the mothership is burried deep to get high we plant trees/
my greatest technque as a mejai is to make your pain freeze/
observe what the plan is/
the pen reflects the holder in the darkness it’s a candle you should know where your clan/
it’s time that i aligned you/
the media is trying to blind you/
i am fixing the world with these rhymes that i write/
i like to recite until your mind is truck by the light/
if ancestors live through me then i am paradise/
it’s why i live my life right so the hereafter be smooth/
some day when i have died i wish it’s done for me too/
we imprint the book of life on our conshasness booth/
but our dna carries it/
an ancient ancestral gift you should cherish it/
put your bad deeds in a box burn it or burry it/
when our spirits echoe/
we will sing the same songs that also guided our credo..
verse 3
(poetry)

when i pick up a pen/
my ancestors take control like moses when he picks up a staff/
i found myself writing down an ancient language my tongue has never tasted/
my pen picked me up and washed my vommits when i would walk around the street wasted/
it opened my eyes and showed me my gifts then told me not to waste it/
my pen is a lightning rod/
designed to strike down the enemies of the lord/
my pen taught me how to research/
how to go within and how soul search/
my trust was broken down at an early age/
i found my higher self trapped in the darkest cave/
where my lower limbs would lock so i could sit and write rhymes on a page/
i spoke with god’s burning multiple faces/
his fire ignited my inner sages/
poetry frees one from the prison of thought (thoth)/
my ancestors chizzled messages on rocks/
in the deepest mountains where the entry is covered in fog/
before you go there you must keep fast for 40 days and 40 nights or more/
or you’ll either be eaten by a giant lion or fox/
i did as told and my pen is the masterpiece i brought

- ebilam

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