Текст песни Harmony - Slum Village

Harmony

Harmony, it's what we need
It's impossible for you to succeed without harmony
Oh without harmony, harmony, harmony...

Harmony's great! Time is forsaken
Practice is why all my lyrics are makin' sense
For the dense, screwing you with a wrench
Of rhymes it's intense, like the love that I mince
It's crucial, you must got me mistaken for this chump
Niggas must want to get stomped up in this bitch
Finally, we rich! (Oh ho haha)
Laughing at these niggas who think they makin' it rapping
Tss – you just a citizen, loyal to a faulty corporation
Free your shit from this wicked experiment
You can't understand from whence this message is sent
And my soul is free like a dove in the sky
And my eyes have seen the coming... coming... coming... coming...

Harmony, it's what we need
It's impossible for you to succeed without harmony
Oh without harmony, harmony, harmony...

Check it out, dawg – I gotta hold it down
Got a bol' that'll throw like a bowlin' pal
When I flow then you know that I stole this round
Send them boy to they toes 'cause it's on right now
If I feel that I need, then a nigga might bleed
With his cars, and his keys, and his girl and his weed
It's a shame, but indeed, he will fall to his knees
It's the lust of the cash and the money that's green
If I light one I kick it, I spit what I flow
And I do what I do for motherfuckin' doe!
Stack when its paper, many pages when its rhymes
When I leave, then I'm gone, you know that it's time
Shittt – we the ones still in this bitch!
Without crews like The "S" then some can't exist
It's a must that I humble myself when I spit
When I'm one with my body and my soul is at bliss (One! One... one... one...)

What...
Im...
You...
Out...
You...
Without harmony, harmony, harmony, harmony...

Beautiful as a pretty piece of crystal
My crisp flow'll make you whistle
Within amazement, it's all ages
You haven't the vaguest ideal
I spill like doing "The Macarena" holding a martini
With bars leaning in a verse, dancing
I could have wrote your first anthem
Inside a perfect world, I left the Earth standing
Motionless, showing its worst antics
Recording time through twin pupils
The pen's useful, living proof that a man's fruitful
I would salute you if you was tight but instead I shoot you
Right between your eyes and your hair where you been bamboozled
Ya lost more than a style – ya lost yourself, niggas
I let you dwell with the others
As I excel on a higher scale
Delete the sky, trail forming my name
A prince born as a king
Avoiding the swings of hostile upbringing
Trying to live the opposite
I hold an image like the film in the hand of photographers they shot it in
(they shot it in, shot it in...)