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letra de urban bushidou - heilig ijs

tageblazer, old ager-but not bent. always eloquent, heavensent. ready to discuss politics with presidents and worldleaders. you know that i mean this
just read my eyes. battle me to your own shame and early demise
i earned my wings like the pilot of honneamise (anime-about a man’s idealism
to get into sp-ce where he experiences the inequity of man opposed to the perfection of g-d) orbital around the planet, with a message
in the end soft water wins from granite or concrete. it means i don’t have to be
hard or ruthless to each. i’ll be truthful and render opposition speechless. only if you need this. heed this. just words-conveying a world of thought
a universe of hurt-scarier than a night on the event horizon (either the sp-ce phenomenon or the ship from the sf-fl!ck with the same name)
be intelligent! or we’ll lose hiphop like we lost the bison (chiu manito tankha obua chi-dances with wolves)
what was lost once-is so hard to retreive, even when you believe (prince of egypt). on the eve of civilization, downfall’ or new creation’

-i keep my leds peaking, always tight on the one-
come on, confident like alpha gandam. (anime-fighting mecha robots)

i learn filosophy with more velocity than velociraptor. to capture audience in
city auditoriums. on collisseum floors. my head bangin’ on closed doors-
harder than pachycephalosaur (dinosaur with bony dome on top of the head)
when he roars. more dangerous than nine nazgul that cross the fore-even plus
one more! (lord of the rings-wraithkings)
sleepin’ on the job’ never-i do my chores: on course!
when i speak up and open volumes, answer questions and melt problems
i pop ’em with a poem, i rope ’em with my lines. learning to be wise to serve as
a guide
straighten up and fly right! you might even miss like a plane landing in the mist in the midst of mountains-or urban surroundings-filled with the pounding of drums. on every corner a war with tongues as guns. sharp as the paper on
wich they write rhymes: like they can’t tell time or grasp the signs
i’m on of the knights that shines in armor
on black horses. well-bred black arabians. i’ll ride forever like red suit canadians-fly forever like angels or aliens…

-(spoken word)

when concrete ignites and turns into a jungle-
hustlers and drummers come out, tryin’ to make a bundle

the abundace abides-
win, loose and hide-
when concrete turns into a jungle

pick one or take all when you win you may stall-
the coming of the end and live another day
coz if you got nothing-
you got a lot to hide but nothing to pay-
and no tears to cry

the abundace abides-
win, loose and hide-
when concrete turns into a jungle

(this is what happens at ’hoog catharijne’-a shopping mall in utrecht
holland-not new york.)

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