Bom Karma... ou não!

terça-feira, setembro 11, 2007


Sem absolutamente nada para dizer, dou a palavra a quem tem sempre uma opinião.
O Senhor Guru e os seus Jazzmatazz.

Mmm, is this really the end, or is it a new beginning?A new reality..
So many misconceptions
So many evil deceptions
I've come to give direction
For I, am the lifesaver

Scooby doo wah, scooby doo wee
Like a jazz player, I improvise wisely
Free with the style, I flow like the Nile
but remember, don't mistake the smile

Deep rooted is my rhymin
Like ancient African griots, precise is my timing
But let me get to the essence of what I'm sayin here
Too many blood red streets with bodies layin there
The systematic fanatics are at it again
Tryin to kill me and all of us my friend
But don't bend to the mental strain
Against all odds, we must strive for essential gains
Be true to the life the Lord gave ya
And that's a message from the lifesaver

It takes a more intelligent man to squash a fight
than to set one off, knowledge I'll let some off
Cause nowadays, everybody's a killer
And as for me, no other MC is iller
but still a thorn scrapes my heart
when I see another life that's been torn apart
over nonsense, no law, no order, it's evidence
that the money only takes precedence
Cause everybody wants power
While the innocent are born or die, during every hour
I scowl as I look upon evil
but I must have the strength, to spark awareness in my people
And we will learn to respect our neighbors
Another message from the

People talk about the Armaggedeon
And nowadays everyone you know is packin lead son
Each day's another test
I better do my best, cause a lot's ridin on my chest
So when I lead you to the water, you best knowhow to swim across, so you can reach the border
It's international, the message and the flavor
So here's some more important words from the lifesaverThe lifesaver.. (I am the life)The lifesaver

garçon faché grandissant dans la violence et la peace, le mot "peace"c'est pour ceux qui perissent
chaque jour dans alentours dans le monde et ses tours
dans present, dans retourn en arriere dans le fourset les cons les fait des rondes
des ville grandes
la terre chauffe les somets des montagnes fond
rependant ça passe black ça casse
telle est mon uniform dans une vie a contre race
sans me regarde on me mit en garde-a-vue
certains cafardent, d'autres bavardent et tue
des dedicases à tout quartier toute cité ont pas de chance ou pour seux
qui sont tombé mais pas pour la france
pays trop bidon vivement armageddon
j'ai raison previent jéhovah pour mon pardon
car si un flic me juge je le droite dans son oeil et le fond de soncerveau
je gratte