The KickDrums, Blu - The Power of Ideas lyrics
[The KickDrums, Blu - The Power of Ideas lyrics]
My thoughts never fit neatly not on the page
Scribbled and crooked lines
They never really take shape they crawl
I know what that feels like
Would you still do your thing
Without the crowd without the limelight
Or maybe you just love the idea
At times things look better than they are
Truths easy to conceal
You jealous of the lie is what they want
Perception makes it real
Would you still buy the hype without the mask
Without the fancy veil or maybe you just
Love the idea
(Blu) check it you in love with my hologram
Am i a hollow man
Or i am someones role model damn
Somebodies gotta cook the dope before
You bottle grams somebodies
Gotta open doors before you
Shake somebodies hand
I think somebodies mad at the process
You gotta trust the process
Got bless the homeless and the jobless
Sometimes i failed gods test but i tried
Thats the object it's the mission
Not the finished product somebody lied
You gotta ride 100%
Not a smaller percent give it all
Represent the inside
Not the outer appearance
Explore the outer limit's
And when im 52 i could
Give you power of wisdom
How the vision give sight to the blide
Same way only god can read
The thoughts on my mind
I could put it in a rhyme
Or make it perfectly clear
Some put in the work and some
Just love the idea yeh
La la la or maybe you just love the idea
Scribbled and crooked lines
They never really take shape they crawl
I know what that feels like
Would you still do your thing
Without the crowd without the limelight
Or maybe you just love the idea
At times things look better than they are
Truths easy to conceal
You jealous of the lie is what they want
Perception makes it real
Would you still buy the hype without the mask
Without the fancy veil or maybe you just
Love the idea
(Blu) check it you in love with my hologram
Am i a hollow man
Or i am someones role model damn
Somebodies gotta cook the dope before
You bottle grams somebodies
Gotta open doors before you
Shake somebodies hand
I think somebodies mad at the process
You gotta trust the process
Got bless the homeless and the jobless
Sometimes i failed gods test but i tried
Thats the object it's the mission
Not the finished product somebody lied
You gotta ride 100%
Not a smaller percent give it all
Represent the inside
Not the outer appearance
Explore the outer limit's
And when im 52 i could
Give you power of wisdom
How the vision give sight to the blide
Same way only god can read
The thoughts on my mind
I could put it in a rhyme
Or make it perfectly clear
Some put in the work and some
Just love the idea yeh
La la la or maybe you just love the idea