Stalley, De La Soul - Navajo Rugs lyrics
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Stalley, De La Soul - Navajo Rugs lyrics]
Moscan slippers dreaming through
This peace pipe
Praying in the dark hoping that I see light
Trynna stay sharp with a dark vision
Gotta couple heathens with me
Trynna bombard the system
My man just went to jail and
Brought a gun charge with him
On top of that other felonies
I told him hold his head I'll make
Sure he lives through these melodies
I hate to see him trapped
Wish these raps could just set him free
Whoever thought selling heart would
Get you seventeen, that's seventeen
I mean yesterday was everything if
There's no hope for tomorrow
And money ain't everything
I can go broke tomorrow
Sometimes I find happiness in
A broke down cigar
In an isolated room on this Navajo wall
Mind drifting
Smoke disappearing through the wall
I hear the loud voices
That's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between Mars
When words are weaved, pictures are painted
Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets
Got so much on my mind
All these thoughts weaving in
And out created design
So intricate like hand spun rugs
They say they talking outside
But I hear no love
I feel the shots in my back
But there's no slugs
I brush the dirt off my shoulders
Wipe away all the mug that's been slung
They say the sword ain't as
Mighty as the tongue
The horns get the attention
But the war starts with the drum
808s and low ends beating on
My chest like King Kong
Gorilla warfare, the force here
You could feel it in the song
All the warrior in this gone
I sip Indian style wrapped' in blankets
Smokin' on the bong
Trynna find my inner peace
Jugglin' stone, never take it for granted
What the struggle is for
Cuz through that dark hole life is beautiful
Like emeralds and gold
There's diamonds in the dirt
You just gotta dig through some coal
I woke up among the confused, but yawning
The bloodstream came to collect
Dues this morning for all the signs we drop
The parachute supplies
Are limited, coated in images
Yet the code of the streets leaves
Our thoughts with no access
The revenue of colour
All reduced to a blackness
But aside the thought, I can find the calm
That's why we close our eyes to concentrate
The cons debate
Against the pros talking first degree
Murder on the clock, they got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute
Cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take heed to the fact a
Few in here are posin' on the laws of lies
Attracted to the warm like wool
But don't let it get pulled over your eyes
Oh, lord
This peace pipe
Praying in the dark hoping that I see light
Trynna stay sharp with a dark vision
Gotta couple heathens with me
Trynna bombard the system
My man just went to jail and
Brought a gun charge with him
On top of that other felonies
I told him hold his head I'll make
Sure he lives through these melodies
I hate to see him trapped
Wish these raps could just set him free
Whoever thought selling heart would
Get you seventeen, that's seventeen
I mean yesterday was everything if
There's no hope for tomorrow
And money ain't everything
I can go broke tomorrow
Sometimes I find happiness in
A broke down cigar
In an isolated room on this Navajo wall
Mind drifting
Smoke disappearing through the wall
I hear the loud voices
That's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between Mars
When words are weaved, pictures are painted
Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets
Got so much on my mind
All these thoughts weaving in
And out created design
So intricate like hand spun rugs
They say they talking outside
But I hear no love
I feel the shots in my back
But there's no slugs
I brush the dirt off my shoulders
Wipe away all the mug that's been slung
They say the sword ain't as
Mighty as the tongue
The horns get the attention
But the war starts with the drum
808s and low ends beating on
My chest like King Kong
Gorilla warfare, the force here
You could feel it in the song
All the warrior in this gone
I sip Indian style wrapped' in blankets
Smokin' on the bong
Trynna find my inner peace
Jugglin' stone, never take it for granted
What the struggle is for
Cuz through that dark hole life is beautiful
Like emeralds and gold
There's diamonds in the dirt
You just gotta dig through some coal
I woke up among the confused, but yawning
The bloodstream came to collect
Dues this morning for all the signs we drop
The parachute supplies
Are limited, coated in images
Yet the code of the streets leaves
Our thoughts with no access
The revenue of colour
All reduced to a blackness
But aside the thought, I can find the calm
That's why we close our eyes to concentrate
The cons debate
Against the pros talking first degree
Murder on the clock, they got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute
Cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take heed to the fact a
Few in here are posin' on the laws of lies
Attracted to the warm like wool
But don't let it get pulled over your eyes
Oh, lord