Silly Puddy Lyrics
| Song | Silly Puddy |
| Artist | Zion I |
| Artist | The Grouch |
| Album | Mind Over Matter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Scofern | |
| Zion I intro: | |
| Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. | |
| Gimme what I need gimme what I | |
| need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. | |
| (Zion I) | |
| Dear Lord you show me the best of times | |
| You show me the worst of time | |
| Confusion all over my mind but still I keep bustin' rhymes | |
| And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need | |
| And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed | |
| We proceed with the mic bless | |
| Crashin' in your likeness | |
| More deadlier than vipers | |
| Lyric spirit snipers | |
| Ignite us | |
| We'll be candles in the dark | |
| Solid like Noah's Ark | |
| I was destined for this part | |
| In the scheme of thangs | |
| We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings | |
| But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips | |
| Now who's equip to come up on a grip | |
| Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response | |
| And I'm locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch | |
| Eliminated comp-atition they gettin' bombed in the trunk | |
| Cause we keep 'em chunk in the trunk | |
| They gettin' bumped in the trunk | |
| (The Grouch) | |
| What can I learn from living life? | |
| What can you learn from what I write? | |
| I study till my lungs are bloody to him I'm just some Silly Puddy | |
| Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust | |
| So I spend my day programming what...sounds? | |
| Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn | |
| so they can hear and know it's on | |
| If the flow is strong it's smart | |
| If it's stupid it's not art | |
| Marks are made so many ways | |
| You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed | |
| A chapter is what you're after | |
| (Hook) | |
| Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To help them trace my tracks | |
| Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To stand and face the facts | |
| Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch:To lead them not astray | |
| Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To say what I got to say | |
| (Grouch) | |
| Now you can faze me with your laughter your smiles or your pain | |
| I feel your trials when I'm down and out or winning at the game | |
| No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed | |
| Cause by life we're so impressed, we all wish we had a next | |
| And that's no matter how much I complain | |
| Really couldn't place no blame | |
| I'll just refrain try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim | |
| I scope and got the flame | |
| To make and knock and sock the same | |
| Got to use the brain | |
| So I can lose the chain | |
| (Zion I) | |
| See Grouch you my guru leader | |
| So I don't need to pack no heater | |
| Like syrup you make this sweeter | |
| This ballad is beemer teeter | |
| I'm tryin' to find myself | |
| Look at reflections of everyone else | |
| Some of y'all might find that funny but do not know your wealth | |
| You make the world turn | |
| You make the fire burn | |
| You make the wind breeze | |
| The sinner fall to his knees | |
| Now that's some powerful | |
| And I speak my words truthfully | |
| As far as I know | |
| Yo we all got some of God's duty | |
| Hook | |
| (Zion I) | |
| Let me crack my seventh seal don't rush | |
| Microphone's gotta get crush | |
| I thrush with the force of a rocket buster | |
| This ain't what you're use to | |
| Now we gonna fly high singin this song la la la | |
| If you don't believe in yourself you best to try | |
| Ain't nobody said this life is easy | |
| Everything a test | |
| Is you gonna do your best? | |
| Hide in the cone of flesh? | |
| You got to stay fresh | |
| Cause if you stop you stagnated | |
| Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a jail | |
| Believe I can and I will | |
| Set these rhymes to sail | |
| But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill | |
| I stare off in the distance | |
| Rhymin' with persistence | |
| Cause rhymin' is a mission | |
| Will anybody listen? | |
| (The Grouch) | |
| Now if you put me through any time of need | |
| I'm sure I'll call for help indeed | |
| Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed | |
| Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation | |
| Situation rather unexplained I remain relations | |
| In laymens it's a vibe I felt | |
| De ja' vu inside myself | |
| I speak it verbally | |
| Made sure all them fools have heard of me | |
| Believe I'm well connected | |
| Not a prophet who's been resurrected | |
| Trust and I expect it | |
| When I bust it's higher effects to match your spects | |
| Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words | |
| God he lives within, all of this he's heard | |
| Every word (every word) | |
| Hook |
| zuo qu : Scofern | |
| Zion I intro: | |
| Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. | |
| Gimme what I need gimme what I | |
| need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. | |
| Zion I | |
| Dear Lord you show me the best of times | |
| You show me the worst of time | |
| Confusion all over my mind but still I keep bustin' rhymes | |
| And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need | |
| And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed | |
| We proceed with the mic bless | |
| Crashin' in your likeness | |
| More deadlier than vipers | |
| Lyric spirit snipers | |
| Ignite us | |
| We' ll be candles in the dark | |
| Solid like Noah' s Ark | |
| I was destined for this part | |
| In the scheme of thangs | |
| We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings | |
| But greasy finger tips can' t hold the cepters so it slips | |
| Now who' s equip to come up on a grip | |
| Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response | |
| And I' m locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch | |
| Eliminated compatition they gettin' bombed in the trunk | |
| Cause we keep ' em chunk in the trunk | |
| They gettin' bumped in the trunk | |
| The Grouch | |
| What can I learn from living life? | |
| What can you learn from what I write? | |
| I study till my lungs are bloody to him I' m just some Silly Puddy | |
| Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust | |
| So I spend my day programming what... sounds? | |
| Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn | |
| so they can hear and know it' s on | |
| If the flow is strong it' s smart | |
| If it' s stupid it' s not art | |
| Marks are made so many ways | |
| You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed | |
| A chapter is what you' re after | |
| Hook | |
| Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To help them trace my tracks | |
| Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To stand and face the facts | |
| Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To lead them not astray | |
| Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To say what I got to say | |
| Grouch | |
| Now you can faze me with your laughter your smiles or your pain | |
| I feel your trials when I' m down and out or winning at the game | |
| No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed | |
| Cause by life we' re so impressed, we all wish we had a next | |
| And that' s no matter how much I complain | |
| Really couldn' t place no blame | |
| I' ll just refrain try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim | |
| I scope and got the flame | |
| To make and knock and sock the same | |
| Got to use the brain | |
| So I can lose the chain | |
| Zion I | |
| See Grouch you my guru leader | |
| So I don' t need to pack no heater | |
| Like syrup you make this sweeter | |
| This ballad is beemer teeter | |
| I' m tryin' to find myself | |
| Look at reflections of everyone else | |
| Some of y' all might find that funny but do not know your wealth | |
| You make the world turn | |
| You make the fire burn | |
| You make the wind breeze | |
| The sinner fall to his knees | |
| Now that' s some powerful | |
| And I speak my words truthfully | |
| As far as I know | |
| Yo we all got some of God' s duty | |
| Hook | |
| Zion I | |
| Let me crack my seventh seal don' t rush | |
| Microphone' s gotta get crush | |
| I thrush with the force of a rocket buster | |
| This ain' t what you' re use to | |
| Now we gonna fly high singin this song la la la | |
| If you don' t believe in yourself you best to try | |
| Ain' t nobody said this life is easy | |
| Everything a test | |
| Is you gonna do your best? | |
| Hide in the cone of flesh? | |
| You got to stay fresh | |
| Cause if you stop you stagnated | |
| Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a jail | |
| Believe I can and I will | |
| Set these rhymes to sail | |
| But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill | |
| I stare off in the distance | |
| Rhymin' with persistence | |
| Cause rhymin' is a mission | |
| Will anybody listen? | |
| The Grouch | |
| Now if you put me through any time of need | |
| I' m sure I' ll call for help indeed | |
| Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed | |
| Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation | |
| Situation rather unexplained I remain relations | |
| In laymens it' s a vibe I felt | |
| De ja' vu inside myself | |
| I speak it verbally | |
| Made sure all them fools have heard of me | |
| Believe I' m well connected | |
| Not a prophet who' s been resurrected | |
| Trust and I expect it | |
| When I bust it' s higher effects to match your spects | |
| Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words | |
| God he lives within, all of this he' s heard | |
| Every word every word | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Scofern | |
| Zion I intro: | |
| Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. | |
| Gimme what I need gimme what I | |
| need. Lord gimme what I need gimme what I need. | |
| Zion I | |
| Dear Lord you show me the best of times | |
| You show me the worst of time | |
| Confusion all over my mind but still I keep bustin' rhymes | |
| And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need | |
| And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed | |
| We proceed with the mic bless | |
| Crashin' in your likeness | |
| More deadlier than vipers | |
| Lyric spirit snipers | |
| Ignite us | |
| We' ll be candles in the dark | |
| Solid like Noah' s Ark | |
| I was destined for this part | |
| In the scheme of thangs | |
| We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings | |
| But greasy finger tips can' t hold the cepters so it slips | |
| Now who' s equip to come up on a grip | |
| Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response | |
| And I' m locked and loaded missiles ready set to launch | |
| Eliminated compatition they gettin' bombed in the trunk | |
| Cause we keep ' em chunk in the trunk | |
| They gettin' bumped in the trunk | |
| The Grouch | |
| What can I learn from living life? | |
| What can you learn from what I write? | |
| I study till my lungs are bloody to him I' m just some Silly Puddy | |
| Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust | |
| So I spend my day programming what... sounds? | |
| Cosmo bound to rap into the break of dawn | |
| so they can hear and know it' s on | |
| If the flow is strong it' s smart | |
| If it' s stupid it' s not art | |
| Marks are made so many ways | |
| You can spin the tires, blaze a sack for everybody dazed | |
| A chapter is what you' re after | |
| Hook | |
| Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To help them trace my tracks | |
| Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To stand and face the facts | |
| Zion I: Lord Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To lead them not astray | |
| Zion I: Gimmie what I need gimmie what I need | |
| Grouch: To say what I got to say | |
| Grouch | |
| Now you can faze me with your laughter your smiles or your pain | |
| I feel your trials when I' m down and out or winning at the game | |
| No one to claim Creator yet the masses are perplexed | |
| Cause by life we' re so impressed, we all wish we had a next | |
| And that' s no matter how much I complain | |
| Really couldn' t place no blame | |
| I' ll just refrain try stayin' sane and hope you watch your aim | |
| I scope and got the flame | |
| To make and knock and sock the same | |
| Got to use the brain | |
| So I can lose the chain | |
| Zion I | |
| See Grouch you my guru leader | |
| So I don' t need to pack no heater | |
| Like syrup you make this sweeter | |
| This ballad is beemer teeter | |
| I' m tryin' to find myself | |
| Look at reflections of everyone else | |
| Some of y' all might find that funny but do not know your wealth | |
| You make the world turn | |
| You make the fire burn | |
| You make the wind breeze | |
| The sinner fall to his knees | |
| Now that' s some powerful | |
| And I speak my words truthfully | |
| As far as I know | |
| Yo we all got some of God' s duty | |
| Hook | |
| Zion I | |
| Let me crack my seventh seal don' t rush | |
| Microphone' s gotta get crush | |
| I thrush with the force of a rocket buster | |
| This ain' t what you' re use to | |
| Now we gonna fly high singin this song la la la | |
| If you don' t believe in yourself you best to try | |
| Ain' t nobody said this life is easy | |
| Everything a test | |
| Is you gonna do your best? | |
| Hide in the cone of flesh? | |
| You got to stay fresh | |
| Cause if you stop you stagnated | |
| Stale thoughts of lack will put you in a jail | |
| Believe I can and I will | |
| Set these rhymes to sail | |
| But will what I really feel pay the bill shit is ill | |
| I stare off in the distance | |
| Rhymin' with persistence | |
| Cause rhymin' is a mission | |
| Will anybody listen? | |
| The Grouch | |
| Now if you put me through any time of need | |
| I' m sure I' ll call for help indeed | |
| Daily I stay silent, thinking thoughts at lightening speed | |
| Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation | |
| Situation rather unexplained I remain relations | |
| In laymens it' s a vibe I felt | |
| De ja' vu inside myself | |
| I speak it verbally | |
| Made sure all them fools have heard of me | |
| Believe I' m well connected | |
| Not a prophet who' s been resurrected | |
| Trust and I expect it | |
| When I bust it' s higher effects to match your spects | |
| Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words | |
| God he lives within, all of this he' s heard | |
| Every word every word | |
| Hook |
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