Outlandish - Introduction lyrics
[Outlandish - Introduction lyrics]
Yo, yo what's up everybody? This
Is from Outland moros again
Aha, yeah, how ya feeling? Okay
It all begins with the early morn' prayer
A humble peace to the angels
On each of my shoulders
Before I seize the sun
One kiss gon' hit the sky
God is great! I'm probably the
Happiest kid on the block
Trying to lace this rhyme in time
Ran through them streets
The brown kid with the curls got the beat
Trying to explain the whole world
How I'm so mainstream call me sell-out
Down with the fastest growing religion
Down with the fastest growing
Industry in this business i love how I live
Ain't gotta have a reason to give
Inspiration through the way that I live
Remember the name ISAM
How hard can it be, Bachiri is the fam
My outlandmoro is the clan chorus
Walk the plank, no half stepping
Ya running out of time
World is yours kid, sure ain't mine
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
Wise up or get shot, trying to cross the line
De nuevo estamos haciéndolo, tomándonos
El tiempo para retornar a lo sencillo
El pan es mi trabajo el cual yo nunca esquivo
El agua es mi trofeo
Y cada vez me exijo más sudor, más esfuerzo
Para mejorar martínez cosecha ideas
Todo se puede superar y elevar
A un escaño allí en lo alto
Donde los simples dan sus pasos
Is from Outland moros again
Aha, yeah, how ya feeling? Okay
It all begins with the early morn' prayer
A humble peace to the angels
On each of my shoulders
Before I seize the sun
One kiss gon' hit the sky
God is great! I'm probably the
Happiest kid on the block
Trying to lace this rhyme in time
Ran through them streets
The brown kid with the curls got the beat
Trying to explain the whole world
How I'm so mainstream call me sell-out
Down with the fastest growing religion
Down with the fastest growing
Industry in this business i love how I live
Ain't gotta have a reason to give
Inspiration through the way that I live
Remember the name ISAM
How hard can it be, Bachiri is the fam
My outlandmoro is the clan chorus
Walk the plank, no half stepping
Ya running out of time
World is yours kid, sure ain't mine
Gotta get yours, gotta get mine
Wise up or get shot, trying to cross the line
De nuevo estamos haciéndolo, tomándonos
El tiempo para retornar a lo sencillo
El pan es mi trabajo el cual yo nunca esquivo
El agua es mi trofeo
Y cada vez me exijo más sudor, más esfuerzo
Para mejorar martínez cosecha ideas
Todo se puede superar y elevar
A un escaño allí en lo alto
Donde los simples dan sus pasos