Until My Life's Gone Lyrics
| Song | Until My Life's Gone |
| Artist | Collective Efforts |
| Album | Medicine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Robert Cowan/Jeremy Fuerst/Benjamin Horrisberger | |
| 作曲 : Robert Cowan | |
| [Intro] | |
| (representin' that C-E) | |
| C-E crew, comin' straight to you | |
| (we gon' change they game) | |
| All fresh and new, with a brand new booth | |
| Yeah, C-E (representin' that C-E) | |
| Feelin' good (watch how we shine) | |
| All over the world... | |
| [Verse 1: Ben Hameen] | |
| The moment is mine now, the poems I write down; | |
| 29, but still up in my prime now | |
| Hold it up in your lungs, you're gonna need some oxygen | |
| Reciting lines I find cocky but still provocative | |
| Rockin' it with a lot of ya's, stop me I got a lot of this | |
| Mock me, to try to pop me, and not get a seat off of this[?] | |
| Two feet that I stand on, unique how I land on | |
| Tracks with the speech you can depend on | |
| Head-on collision, I'm livin' the vision | |
| I'm freeing[?] the wisdom, and now I'm just spittin' it to the real, son | |
| And you can take it or leave it, I make it for people like me | |
| Who believe in the beat and the sound of the street peeps | |
| My mind's bubblin', lovin' it when | |
| Somethin' is fresh and excitin' | |
| Yes it's invitin' me to write all night | |
| And each line's insightful in the microphone | |
| Breathing the light until my life's gone | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I know we gon' make it | |
| It's been a long time comin' | |
| Get the track record | |
| Dedicated to the movement | |
| No matter how they step to me | |
| I know where I belong | |
| How long we gon' rep it cre? | |
| Until my life's gone! | |
| [Verse 2: J-Mil] | |
| I go with the tight, lift[?] | |
| Just over the mic, spittin'[?] | |
| And I take flight with nothin' but hypeness[?] | |
| So the people can feel this | |
| Been keepin' it real since my first verse of lyrical realness | |
| It got 'em raisin' they hands up | |
| And makin' 'em stand up, screamin' and gettin' amped up | |
| Wondering what's this? The rush got 'em checkin' our drum kits | |
| Cop it, a few could rock it, still, you never gon' touch this | |
| I feel the passion with those, to interact with the flows | |
| Knowing that after the shows, we'll be checkin' it.[?] | |
| Well they can talk about clothes, the way they rockin' the rows,[?] | |
| I'll stick to rocking the shows and keep blessin' it | |
| Give me three mics, two decks, and give me respect | |
| To the collective in the sets we straight reppin' it | |
| Keepin' the peace when we speakin' to peeps | |
| Reachin' for beats, my profession is professin' 'til the death of it | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3: Bambu] | |
| We taking the stage, rockin' to show our deeds. [?] | |
| Crushing the groove, blowing these freedoms for y'all to breathe | |
| No boundaries holdin' us back, we take it to new degrees | |
| Far beyond the limits of your average MC's | |
| Healin' your soul, just like a lyrical cure | |
| Dreamin' of freedom, take your mind on a spiritual tour | |
| If you're not livin' your life for you, who you livin' for? | |
| The sky's the limit, the trick is keepin' your feet on the floor | |
| The collective got a code that we follow, 'cause we believe in tomorrow | |
| The time is not until you're feelin', plant the seed.[?] | |
| Feed it right and watch it bloom into a beautiful tree | |
| That'll bear the fruit, give us exactly what we need: | |
| Somethin' feelin' refreshin', just like a heavenly blessin' | |
| Open your mind, make it easier to breathe | |
| Wipe the feel from your eyes, so you can see what you're missing | |
| Because the picture, is wonderful indeed |
| zuo ci : Robert Cowan Jeremy Fuerst Benjamin Horrisberger | |
| zuo qu : Robert Cowan | |
| Intro | |
| representin' that CE | |
| CE crew, comin' straight to you | |
| we gon' change they game | |
| All fresh and new, with a brand new booth | |
| Yeah, CE representin' that CE | |
| Feelin' good watch how we shine | |
| All over the world... | |
| Verse 1: Ben Hameen | |
| The moment is mine now, the poems I write down | |
| 29, but still up in my prime now | |
| Hold it up in your lungs, you' re gonna need some oxygen | |
| Reciting lines I find cocky but still provocative | |
| Rockin' it with a lot of ya' s, stop me I got a lot of this | |
| Mock me, to try to pop me, and not get a seat off of this? | |
| Two feet that I stand on, unique how I land on | |
| Tracks with the speech you can depend on | |
| Headon collision, I' m livin' the vision | |
| I' m freeing? the wisdom, and now I' m just spittin' it to the real, son | |
| And you can take it or leave it, I make it for people like me | |
| Who believe in the beat and the sound of the street peeps | |
| My mind' s bubblin', lovin' it when | |
| Somethin' is fresh and excitin' | |
| Yes it' s invitin' me to write all night | |
| And each line' s insightful in the microphone | |
| Breathing the light until my life' s gone | |
| Chorus | |
| I know we gon' make it | |
| It' s been a long time comin' | |
| Get the track record | |
| Dedicated to the movement | |
| No matter how they step to me | |
| I know where I belong | |
| How long we gon' rep it cre? | |
| Until my life' s gone! | |
| Verse 2: JMil | |
| I go with the tight, lift? | |
| Just over the mic, spittin'? | |
| And I take flight with nothin' but hypeness? | |
| So the people can feel this | |
| Been keepin' it real since my first verse of lyrical realness | |
| It got ' em raisin' they hands up | |
| And makin' ' em stand up, screamin' and gettin' amped up | |
| Wondering what' s this? The rush got ' em checkin' our drum kits | |
| Cop it, a few could rock it, still, you never gon' touch this | |
| I feel the passion with those, to interact with the flows | |
| Knowing that after the shows, we' ll be checkin' it.? | |
| Well they can talk about clothes, the way they rockin' the rows,? | |
| I' ll stick to rocking the shows and keep blessin' it | |
| Give me three mics, two decks, and give me respect | |
| To the collective in the sets we straight reppin' it | |
| Keepin' the peace when we speakin' to peeps | |
| Reachin' for beats, my profession is professin' ' til the death of it | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Bambu | |
| We taking the stage, rockin' to show our deeds. ? | |
| Crushing the groove, blowing these freedoms for y' all to breathe | |
| No boundaries holdin' us back, we take it to new degrees | |
| Far beyond the limits of your average MC' s | |
| Healin' your soul, just like a lyrical cure | |
| Dreamin' of freedom, take your mind on a spiritual tour | |
| If you' re not livin' your life for you, who you livin' for? | |
| The sky' s the limit, the trick is keepin' your feet on the floor | |
| The collective got a code that we follow, ' cause we believe in tomorrow | |
| The time is not until you' re feelin', plant the seed.? | |
| Feed it right and watch it bloom into a beautiful tree | |
| That' ll bear the fruit, give us exactly what we need: | |
| Somethin' feelin' refreshin', just like a heavenly blessin' | |
| Open your mind, make it easier to breathe | |
| Wipe the feel from your eyes, so you can see what you' re missing | |
| Because the picture, is wonderful indeed |
| zuò cí : Robert Cowan Jeremy Fuerst Benjamin Horrisberger | |
| zuò qǔ : Robert Cowan | |
| Intro | |
| representin' that CE | |
| CE crew, comin' straight to you | |
| we gon' change they game | |
| All fresh and new, with a brand new booth | |
| Yeah, CE representin' that CE | |
| Feelin' good watch how we shine | |
| All over the world... | |
| Verse 1: Ben Hameen | |
| The moment is mine now, the poems I write down | |
| 29, but still up in my prime now | |
| Hold it up in your lungs, you' re gonna need some oxygen | |
| Reciting lines I find cocky but still provocative | |
| Rockin' it with a lot of ya' s, stop me I got a lot of this | |
| Mock me, to try to pop me, and not get a seat off of this? | |
| Two feet that I stand on, unique how I land on | |
| Tracks with the speech you can depend on | |
| Headon collision, I' m livin' the vision | |
| I' m freeing? the wisdom, and now I' m just spittin' it to the real, son | |
| And you can take it or leave it, I make it for people like me | |
| Who believe in the beat and the sound of the street peeps | |
| My mind' s bubblin', lovin' it when | |
| Somethin' is fresh and excitin' | |
| Yes it' s invitin' me to write all night | |
| And each line' s insightful in the microphone | |
| Breathing the light until my life' s gone | |
| Chorus | |
| I know we gon' make it | |
| It' s been a long time comin' | |
| Get the track record | |
| Dedicated to the movement | |
| No matter how they step to me | |
| I know where I belong | |
| How long we gon' rep it cre? | |
| Until my life' s gone! | |
| Verse 2: JMil | |
| I go with the tight, lift? | |
| Just over the mic, spittin'? | |
| And I take flight with nothin' but hypeness? | |
| So the people can feel this | |
| Been keepin' it real since my first verse of lyrical realness | |
| It got ' em raisin' they hands up | |
| And makin' ' em stand up, screamin' and gettin' amped up | |
| Wondering what' s this? The rush got ' em checkin' our drum kits | |
| Cop it, a few could rock it, still, you never gon' touch this | |
| I feel the passion with those, to interact with the flows | |
| Knowing that after the shows, we' ll be checkin' it.? | |
| Well they can talk about clothes, the way they rockin' the rows,? | |
| I' ll stick to rocking the shows and keep blessin' it | |
| Give me three mics, two decks, and give me respect | |
| To the collective in the sets we straight reppin' it | |
| Keepin' the peace when we speakin' to peeps | |
| Reachin' for beats, my profession is professin' ' til the death of it | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Bambu | |
| We taking the stage, rockin' to show our deeds. ? | |
| Crushing the groove, blowing these freedoms for y' all to breathe | |
| No boundaries holdin' us back, we take it to new degrees | |
| Far beyond the limits of your average MC' s | |
| Healin' your soul, just like a lyrical cure | |
| Dreamin' of freedom, take your mind on a spiritual tour | |
| If you' re not livin' your life for you, who you livin' for? | |
| The sky' s the limit, the trick is keepin' your feet on the floor | |
| The collective got a code that we follow, ' cause we believe in tomorrow | |
| The time is not until you' re feelin', plant the seed.? | |
| Feed it right and watch it bloom into a beautiful tree | |
| That' ll bear the fruit, give us exactly what we need: | |
| Somethin' feelin' refreshin', just like a heavenly blessin' | |
| Open your mind, make it easier to breathe | |
| Wipe the feel from your eyes, so you can see what you' re missing | |
| Because the picture, is wonderful indeed |
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