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keith phelps - colors remix كلمات الأغنية

[verse: féla]
the future kid poplin with this new music feel it
so many haters in for the wrong reasons wit that cliché image
please don’t come near to me never claimed to be realer i’m the realest
ask mommy her son a musician feel it
benz or a saturn bucket this future sound be filled with
feelings expressions from the soul of a pharaoh existing
raw emotions music is emotion dance
free foe 22 it’s the colors remix

[hook]
oooo…colors in my head (x4)

[verse: féla]
imagine
a color you’ve never seen
thats music at its essence, descriptively
i can hear the blues and reds
grab the mic and i shed
my music therapeutic
you should go and bump that
and take a moment and listen
luscious soundin music girl
i got, got what you missin
more than qualified to bump-bump in your system
ill-strate musical g*nius
bruh, that is the mission, that-that is the mission
this is real time inscription on your mind
feel the divine element, we bring a colorful time
gradients and spectrums portray delicate messages
translate em to harmonies textures
i present to thee these messages
this g*nius don’t question it
rhythms, theory, melodies
presented visually
these colors in my head
you got-gotta be feeling me
got-gotta be feelin’ me, right?

[hook]

[verse: tru sound]
3:56 and the paint is still fresh
got a message from my heart
it read, “say it with your chest,”
lyrical brush strokes, radiant vibes you see ’em
this music made for the blind, biologically you feelin’

you feel it?
the vividness visualized with lips
emotion creates the colors that i project
got these colors in my hand, and they’re spillin’ straight through the slips

and as the color drips
i’ma cover the globe in gold
don’t hide your eyes from the shine that i behold
a youngin’ with a story thats dyin’ to be told
the rap renegade, i’d rather paint with a conscious flow
get my frame and a microphone

have you ever seen a vision as articulate and specific coming from the lips of an adolescence encrypted with a gift of a don
who was blessed with a gold tongue
who woulda thought a crenshaw rapper would spit these conscious songs like

[hook]

[verse: keith phelps]

one time for the nap
one time for the 615
and the 619
and the homies from the city with the abstrakt minds
where an eternity is wanted for studio time

one time for ones that really never ever fit in
no time for the ones, that don’t even be tryna to get it
for the ones makin’ music that’s ever so stellar
and still get rejected by all of these h-llen kellers
thats still lookin’ for braille music made without the feeling
as opposed to the healin’
they just wanna make a k!lling
and i refuse to dumb down the gift i was so graciously given
i’ma keep goin’ hard until i finish my mission

record so heavy that a brother had to drop it
every time a new one drop they be like, “he done lost it!”
paint this music on a canvas full of imagery
with these colors in my head and now you feelin’ me like

- keith phelps

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