vk.com / facebook.com / Ilya.Orlov.King _______________________________ Album: Terra Bella Artist: Mr. Lif, The Polish Ambassador & Ayla Nereo Album Artist: Mr. Lif, The Polish Ambassador, Ayla Nereo Genre: Hip-Hop Track: 6/9 Year: 2015 _______________ Quality (320 Kbps) _______________________________ Kumite
[Ayla:]
Tails flip, time slips, restoring the balance seems ya Bend the frame, see where your dreams wanna meet you Face to face into the give way into Time, slip, plans tip, reworking the shape of it seems ya Sew yourself in surrender, can you turn your Eye to eye whatcha see there?
[Mr. Lif:]
This is not about the death of your physical form Nor is this just another spiritual song It's about being present without clinging to the now Accepting changes without clinging to the how Fluidity Rigidity on opposite poles Divided by the rat race and all of our goals The long quest for balance in a world that's off kilter Stress'll kill ya So it's best just to filter The madness out The quest for status out Silence your mind Try and take a look at your route How does that path look? Has it been true to your core? If not The other shoe drop It might get raw The quest for sanctuary often riddled with setbacks Close calls And moments that you'd like to get back But let the reins go Realize life flows If you're following your heart You're gonna like where you go
[Ayla:]
Tails flip, time slips, restoring the balance seems ya Bend the frame, see where your dreams wanna meet you Face to face into the give way into Time, slip, plans tip, reworking the shape of it seems ya Sew yourself in surrender, can you turn your Eye to eye whatcha see there?
[Chali 2na:]
Transform My plan of attach is hands on We adapt Never land on my back I'm in grand form
We stand strong Pushing forth with this metamorphosis Pharaohs and sorcerers tortured us But couldn't force us to quit
Enforcing the gift given Herbals help the sense Metaphor martial art Verbal self defense
I'm Bruce Lee with the claw shaped scars And crews flee when my flow take charge We hate frauds...
Telegraph Never humorous It's the paragraph pugilist they call Tuna Fish
My accolades are numerous You and your crew are a consumer risk
Kumite Tuna stay super Team up with Mr. Lif
Not here to dispatch fists We match wits with verbal tactics that could crack bricks
We back bitch Scratching your back itch with classics
When rap switched to darkness We kept our match lit
[Ayla:]
Tails flip, time slips, restoring the balance seems ya Bend the frame, see where your dreams wanna meet you Face to face into the give way into Time, slip, plans tip, reworking the shape of it seems ya Sew yourself in surrender, can you turn your Eye to eye whatcha see there?
[Ayla:]
We're detached from the center from the moment we arrive, we Strive and strain steps to the desk to the drive and Told this is it, work hard, buy shit, it Holds us in, tight rope and tightening — yet, Truth - built into our bones, cells and souls, Not a far off thing but takes some Listening, let it go, choice and a dare To nod to the beauty of the duty you find there… Whatcha find there… Whatcha find there… Whatcha find, whatcha find...
[Chali & Mr. Lif:]
You shouldn't really dwell on what we will or won't say You've entered the verbal Kumite Say Matae Surrender your shell Turn to spiritual form Nothing lasts forever man, we all transform
[Ayla:]
Truth - built into our bones, cells and souls, Not a far off thing but takes some Listening, let it go, choice and a dare To nod to the beauty of the duty you find there…