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letra de still waters - silent majority (hip-hop)

shoo-be-doops, oops! here i go, here i go again, troops
like a hoola hoop comin around and around to get a scoop
of the right word, à a la bonne heure, in the right spot
i know that talk is cheap and you know who’s not
but (what?) did i (what??) did i forgot (what???)
a righteous rhyme like a ragtime on the corner?
call me a a poet if the riddim show it
call me a nincomp–p if the
poem don’t grow into or
stay true to word, sound and power in the last instance
for reasons of bringin sense back to the hands
that hold the pen or make the wax spin at 1993 bpm
and then what? what then? then
what?

[refrain]
then let your hands speak cux
you know talk is cheap
still waters run deep but mind
your head when the flow gets steep

“all talk, no action”…

reactionnary!
tell me what is lackin? the actitude!
mercenaries of a mood, excuse us
“i’ma do this, i’ma do that”
never makin matters facts, as a matter-of-fact
since i ain’t handicapped, i let my
hands adapt to
adopt what i got in mind, like sister she’s fine and
she’s not handy, her moves are poetry and you know
that we be playin a sweaty symphony non-verbally
the body’s spreadin language, give the language some body
the weight of words heard is too
heavy to be a hobby
respect to pappa robbie on the pass-thru
cuz this is no pastime thing to do do or don’t, let your y let your yeah be yeah and not i won’t
back it up on the homefront, back it up! back it up!
hypocrites on top are gonna drop if the base co-ops
and rocks and we could never be scotched
[refrain]
let your hands speak cuz you know talk is cheap
still waters run deep but mind your head when the flow gets steep

back once again, verse three, the nyabinghi mc nya
with the silent majority so catch
a fire
le frère assure le kaya, mc r test avec la finesse
d’un geste de mes doigts, voilà
le powa
in disya crucial hour, it dread
inna fration
word inflation, no, cannot be
patient
no, cannot be waiting in vain for
a train that never stops
or at least never stops at this station
gotta make moves, motion, le
movement
live by the word, shall be judged by my works
so help me jah, selah! my
waters are more than skindeep
so punks mind your head when the flow gets steep

[refrain]
let your hands speak cuz you know talk is cheap
still waters run deep but mind your head when the flow gets steep

- silent majority hip hop

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