'Vaya Con Dios
(Go With God)' WMV Download
I see people everyday, but they don't mean
what they say.
They keep hiding all their thoughts like the CIA.
Top secret-prostitutes in Guantanamo Bay...
Nobody listens to the poets of the day.
Nobody gives a damn for their spiritual blessings I say,
Mountainous regions, up in clouds made of hydrogen,
Souds made of Gods wind, hip-hop- my oxygen.
Venemous. When I spit my syllabus,
Narrow-minded listeners who wanna get rid of us, I
Stick my finger up, singer, I be infamous,
Index, stroke the microphone so ridiculous,
Spinnin' decks, choke the egotistical conspicuous,
Inkjet precision, print visions so meticulous,
Muy muy guapa, call me papa, spit vocipherous,
Fire like you never felt, baby-kid-icarus.
...
No rhymes left for the brain, so I maintain,
Down in my pain, release emotions like Coltrane.
Blast my solo out my soul,
I control those.
Golden Butterflies- I have visions in my eyes,
I see people everyday, but they don't mean what they say.
They keep hiding all their thoughts like the CIA.
Top secret-prostitutes in Guantanamo Bay...
Nobody listens to the poets of the day.
Nobody gives a damn for their spiritual blessings I say,
Rest in peace to Pope John Paul the 2nd.
Rest in peace, even if you're alive,
You got this sex-mad world trying to kill you with dollar-signs.
There's only a few jedi-knights left that's scholars,
I'm aspiring. Trying to be someone.
Trying to make a difference, I'm perspiring like everyone else,
I got my health, so you won't hear me whining for help.
I go with God like Vaya Con Dios.
Vaya Con Dios.
Vaya Con Dios.
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Adios. Go with God.
Allah make the plans,
We stay open to emotion.
A-dios, insha'Allah.
Stay humble.
All I know is that I know nothing.
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Sip my lucozade,
Chill by the sunny day,
Even though my teeth may decay, I'm feelin' okay.
Lost love, gain love, gain bigger love.
I said "I'm sick of love" but now I can't get enough.
God bless the freaky flow that I go,
I hope knowledge keeps spreading when I spit this spit dope.
I walks everyday without a focus or microscope.
Just glide to the library, ease down to borders,
Spirited away to a hushed warm cafe where I,
Write my lyrics, puke out my guts.
They don't know what I'm feeling,
As my pen runs wild,
They don't know that Mr.Yoshi is a hip-hop child and I..
Don't really care,
As I'm lost in the stare,
I'm feeling deep,
As I touch my heart and feel air.
Piece of oxygen. I'm so, so often,
Drifting to another world- spirit world, extra sensual world...
And the dates taste good here. ANd these olives
taste nice.
And you can eat grapefruits without getting stuff inside your eyes.
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Adios. Go with God.
Allah make the plans,
We stay open to emotion.
A-dios, insha'Allah.
Stay humble.
All I know is that I know nothing.
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Insha'Allah.
.
beat by V.Ramos aka Victrola
words by Y.Misdaq..yoshi.
download:
http://www.nefisa.co.uk/Y.Misdaq-Vaya_Con_Dios_(Go_With_God).wma
see also:
http://victoria.indymedia.org/news/2005/06/41736.php
http://www.nefisa.co.uk/FRAMESET_NEEEYUH.htm
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