(ah one two, ah one two) (ah one two, ah one two) (ah one two, ah one two) (ah one two, ah one two) (breakadawn, breakadawn) (breakadawn, breakadawn) (
Traducción: De La Soul. A Dawn traz Smoke.
(Ah one two, ah one two) (Ah one two, ah one two) (Ah one two, ah one two) (Ah one two, ah one two) (Breakadawn, breakadawn) (Breakadawn, breakadawn) (
Fall fires burn 'neath black, twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames
Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames
to do is just master me All I want to do is smoke a blaster beat But something keeps talking to me consciously Responsibly it keeps haunting me From dusk till dawn
't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring
He will bring out Ressurection-cloaked in darkness - He has won. Smoke of my sacrifice. Journey to the Isle of the Blessed. Grant my soul your glory.
The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn. A tug on a heartstring by soft, unknown, fingers. Leading me on, But there's only
the master, he will come He will bring out resurrection Cloaked in darkness, he has won Smoke of my sacrifice, journey to The isle of the blessed, grant my soul
enemy (closest enemy) there ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) and drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke
the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel Like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel Like the dawn of the luz of forever
Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke,
like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
of the Hyperborean monarch, but the benighted blade of the King was swifter, and with a flash of noisome green light and smoke, the Arch-Wraith's head
can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring