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Verse 1:
It's 2004, last year Tony and George started the war of the whores
Same year, and the year before
Plus the year before that me and the Troop were on constant tours
Chanting Imbumba! from the South African shores
To the Norwegian fjords, I'm tryin' to keep a vegan course
Travellin' with good friends like Chords
Timbuk and Dj Large, Johnny Bass and Big Boss
Before the Struggle album hit the recordstores
We were on a Road to hell breakin' doors and laws
Me, Supreme, Gangsta Pete and Schumi of course
Had a little trouble with the German police force (aha)
That's why I had to stop drinkin'
Cus when i start drinkin' is when I stop thinkin'
That i gotta stay on top of things
And when I'm under the bottle you know I stop to think...
Chorus:
Like an athlete, a long distance runner
On the trackmeet spring, fall, winter, summer
They attack me, but it gon' make me stronger
Get at me dawg when your patience's longer
An athlete, a long distance runner
On the trackmeet spring, fall, winter, summer
They attack me, but it gon' make me stronger
Get at me dawg...
Verse 2:
Livin' in this free world - expecting cops to abuse me
When I'm chillin' with a cup full of müsli
Matter of time 'fore my cup is runnin' over
But I'm a get mine cus mahfuckers runnin' slower
Followin' my sprinter trail
I run shit down the line on the Interrail
I ain't going, I ain't been to jail
I got work to do and I got things to say
A real rolemodel for the kids today
Can't afford gettin' sent away, get them fingerprints away
Wipe off the mike every single stain
Recognize bomb shit when it's in the mail
What a big disgrace
What a big bam bam you had to end this way
All you ever wanted to was to entertain
Went against the wrong guy cus i was meant to stay...
chorus
Verse 3:
The battle ain't for the strong nor the race for the swift
But for those that can endure the type of blaze that I spit
For those that will survive all the changes and shit
With families, fans, partners and labels you're with
And even if I wanted I wouldn't be able to quit
I gotta keep runnin' till the pavement will split
Under my bare feet, the concrete with red heat
Or till my future kids eat, and we all livin' carefree
In a zion hut, we ain't dawgs no more, where my lions at
Give me some signal, let me see your lion paw
Let me know what we're livin' and what we're dying for
Ask myself, is it a good enough reason
If so, I go all out like it was my last season
If my voice is weak, my boys will speak
To conquer the world I gotta keep a top physique..
chorus
No alcohol, no weed, no cigarettes, no e's
No milk, no cheese, no eggs no meat
Just meditation and peace, red lentils, chick peas
Good workout, good sleep, more sunshine, light breeze
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elin svanberg<3
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riduzh
Tue 5 May 2009 00:28
Livin' in this free world - expecting cops to abuse me
When I'm chillin' with a cup full of müsli, hahaha så jävla bra!
When I'm chillin' with a cup full of müsli, hahaha så jävla bra!
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