Shad, Ian Kamau, Lisa Lobsinger, K-os - Intro: Lost ( Flying Colours) lyrics

Let's go

Warmest wishes to those that chose
To visit the show
Frigid flow: my tongue might stick to a pole
What I'm spitting is cold, Michigan snow
Listen though I don't put on airs
I'm conditioned to blow
I'm a star, my sis called me that
Back before my posse rapped
That's when the older homies told me
"Just don't be a copycat"
Ok, copy that, handed the walkie talkie back
This is real pride in my eyes
It’s not a cocky act
Look at us struggling and look how
Those at the top react
Not saying they're Nazis
I'm just saying how can they not see that?
It's still a white world
They don't even want that coffee black
No prime time
They don't even want that Cosby black?
Man, a lot of cats wanna see the best watch
Well if you want to see the best, watch
This is like Redd Fox mixed with a TED talk
Mixtape icon sitting on your desktop stop

I'm still telling my people to
Let that light shine
I never thought on the day
I started to write rhymes
That I might climb and now it’s like I
Just may be Jay Z in my lifetime cuz oooooh
Look at how I'm killing these tracks
I'm a vet but not the type
Of vet that’s feeling these cats
Where the real Emcees at? I'm dying I need
To hear someone as ill as me, stat
Mmhmm, Shadrach on racks putting
These raps on wax
I don't usually go this fast on
Tracks but I’m zoning you
Know it when I laugh and my hat's on back
I don't rap for not fat contracts
Till the day that I pass on
I deliver every jawn like my last song
Last class with a graduation cap on bRAPP

I searched so far for you
I work so hard, find me

I take a gasp of air like I can't breathe
I want to sit beside her like I can't leave
I open up my eyes like I can't see
I just want to climb trees so I plant seeds
I walk forever looking for a place to sit
Feels like I'm just beginning though
They're wishing I would quit
I'm trying to find my spirit while
They're trying to find a hit
Been to the motherland now I
Search for the mother ship
I walk miles in shoes worn as torn paper
Eyes wide in the eye of the storm
I found peace in a mirror, that's me
I died as I tried to conform
I've been squinting
It's so bright but light is
Reflected inside of my skin
I've been searching outside for an answer
Like I couldn't find it within


This life is a hell steps from heaven
Fear is a jail I’m in a cell next to legends
Ask Kheaven what his view through
These bars looks like
If you still think there's wrongs
That these songs could write goodnight

Yo, throwing 'em bows
Blazing these rappers dressed up
In their fancy clothes
Everyone knows your reign is
Over cuz you chose
Material riches over the rap essentials
Ontario provincial it's not a minstrel show
Poet Allen Ginsberg flow really with nah know
Biddy bi bam bo rappers be
Shucking and jiving like Bojangles
Lyrically Van Gogh
I tango then eat a mango that fell
On a galvanized roof in Trinidad when I
Was a youth just coming up
Rappers be dumbing down
Kheaven be dumbing up
We living, what? We living on
A prayer in the air, it's the Elohim
Shadrach, Kamau, we in to blast the scene
That's why we mould them
Just like I told them
We leaving mics frozen cuz we are the chosen