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akua naru - rhyme-writer's high كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(there ain’t no power, no power, no power on this earth)
(to ever, oh, oh lord)
(ooh baby) uh, akua naru
(ooh baby) the midwife, baby sister to the world
(ooh baby) we’re coming to the end of this journey
(my baby) and we find, actually, we’re just the beginning
(ooh baby) the journey aflame
(ooh baby) is a labor of love
(ooh baby) words, soul, spirit, blood, bones
(my baby) inspired by the rhyme-writer’s high

[verse 1: akua naru]
yo, can’t take the credit for the verse alone
the poem expelled the moment i’m released from the zone (hey, hey)
blood and bones on the page, my muse an old slave on the other side
dyin’ to compensate for her centuries in chains
whisper the ways to move my pen, i black out, journey within
return with a metaphor to burn your skin hot (hey, hey)
rock the stage, leave the crowd james brown-type amazed
till i’m back again, grab the pen, callin’ for mary-jane
take a hit of the p-ssion, right hand dance sporadic
fiendin’ for release, [?] brown paper bags (hey, hey)
till your ears, [?] walk magic
born in the thought’s attic, became a song on the album
the hot -rg-smic time p-sses, i forget the atlas
tap dance between [?] to lose balance (hey, hey)
write till my fingertips bruised, callused
palms clap, the true talent, dramatic as hugh jackman
hold on, the muse writin’

[chorus: akua naru]
(ooh baby) i got the rhyme-writer’s high (uh-huh), i got the feelin’ inside
(ooh baby) i think that i could write a world without drive-bys
(ooh baby) for revolutionaries, truth-tellers, the ancestors left us, after this
(my baby) ‘ku says to grab your pen and let’s go
(ooh baby) i got the rhyme-writer’s high (uh-huh), i got the feelin’ inside
(ooh baby) i think that i could write a world without drive-bys
(ooh baby) for revolutionaries, truth-tellers, the ancestors in a world of drastic measures
(my baby) better grab your pen and let’s go

[verse 2: akua naru]
yo, no water calm the flame, ain’t sleep or eat in days
ridin’ the wave high since i wrote the last page (hey, hey)
spirit talkin’ up, five in the morning, callin’ my mother
forcin’ her to listen to the verse i wrote for this recording
called in a trance romance, similes at first glance
like black bodies articulate the music through dance (hey, hey)
let the pen rant and rave, each line chant my rage
sinner or sage, free of cage, bird singin’ my pain
merge with the lyrical darin’ to punctuate me period
pray when i reach menopause, the flow still serious (hey, hey)
sit tight, i’m walkin’ with you offerin’ insight
flavor like young malcolm rockin’ zoot suits with pinstripes
protagonist’s immaculate, midnight, attack of the windpipe
my pen strike, you know what they end like (hey, hey)
hip-hop’s main character, j.d. salinger, catcher in the rhyme
high calibre, who the f-ck want to challenge?

- akua naru

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