CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Story of Exodus

Yo, this one goes out to my boy [?]
On that hip-hop sh*t
Let's do it, Rec

Listen, what's the matter when you know it all?
(What's the matter with ya?)
You wanna pull a Shawshank freedom from your brain's wall
So you tell a story, a story of exodus
When you skip the pain, and looked up for happiness
(Yeah, look, look, yo, look, yeah, yeah)

First breath and I'm into this Earth
The doctor knew it was spiritual, a miracle birth
I learned to speak immediately, fiddle with words
Get on my nerves, materials I didn't deserve
And from the first time I could catch a breath
I'd lay in bed, writin' poems on my Etch-A-Sketch
I'd sеt my steps up, climbin', I was straight to the top
An exodus, madе for the mic, and makin' it rock, yeah
This hip-hop could be heard from six blocks
I was raisin' the roof and just breakin' it off
'Cause before that I could ever walk or stand
My mom was bustin' hip-hop through the sonogram
So it seems only right to just bump it up
Hit this d**k of a planet with a nickel bag of funk, yeah
A nickel bag of funk, a nickel bag of funk
Hit this d**k of a planet with just a nickel bag of funk

What's the matter when you know it all?
(What's the matter with ya?)
You wanna pull the Shawshank freedom from your brain's wall
So you tell a story, a story of exodus
When you skip the pain, and looked up for happiness

Start lookin' up
Start lookin' up (Yeah, look, yo, yo)

I'm lookin' up, my mind's above the clouds
For those who run they mouth, they ain't know what I'm about
What is now is the present, a gift, I'll leave it wrapped
My days are passin', my words are overlappin'
Hip-hop's a saga, get told with a lot a ganja
We sparked the marijuana, breathe deep
I'm not [?] God's offer [?] flowin' water
Grow that sh*t, roll that sh*t, smoke that sh*t
Saga continues, hip-hop is not an issue
I ain't got a tissue I could give you, ain't nobody with you
Battle mano a mano, no crowd, no audience
I'm not convinced that you have the confidence to talk some sh*t
I'm ominous, definition cadence, all-knowin'
I'm always kickin' it, spittin' whatever you call flow
I flow so much, my book erupts
My days are gone, I continue lookin' up

What's the matter when you know it all?
(What's the matter with ya?)
You wanna pull a Shawshank freedom from your brain's wall
So you tell a story, a story of exodus
When you skip the pain, and looked up for happiness

Start lookin' up
Start lookin' up