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Impozstah, Hip Hop, wordsmith
Impozstah the illest emcee on your roster. Spittin ish iller than herpes zoster. aka verbal missile, resistance to this style is futile. I been rhymin for a while!!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,276
Peak in subgenre #57
Author
Motlatsi Mabaso
Uploaded
December 21, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:28
Story behind the song
Words are a powerful tool. They can be used for good or for evil. Words can spark a revolution, spread love, kill, or make life. This song celebrates the power of words.
Lyrics
[HOOK]
Spoken like word, absurd, my expressions
Are broken to verbs take turns receive blessings
My expression, to mind it's protection
My expressions, never change like complexion
[VERSE 1]
I was trained in concentration camps to capture your attention/ Ascension was documented like bible, western connections/ Intertwined, culturally descended thru grapevine/ Stereotypes label me Muslim cos i stay away from swine/ Decline, religiously to discover spiritual passage/Re-enact verbal onslaughts in battles showing my courage/ Cowardly, never believed in Darwin theories inside/ Bring your subconscious to the frontline (and) assassinate your pride/ Egos, I twist, twisted minds to sacred sculptures/ Creatures come alive belonging to ancient forgotten cultures/ Un-accounted for like disorganised balance sheets - absurd/ My mother told me to be a man, but not in so many words!/ Resist, with intellectual massacres of endless notions/ You see (you sea) I've got enough flows to turn you into an ocean/Liquid metaphors approaching visions of sanity/ Virtually appealing back in time, face reality/ Escaping concrete plantations consisting of barren soil/ in the heat of southern sun I sweat from heavy toil/ Let (toilet) my words be products to fertilise this earth/ My faeces attracts insects no wonder this is a fly verse!/ Heavenly, I shoot these rock stars they pierce skies/ falling thru space, but wait, does gravity still apply/ constantly, bad thoughts blinding me out of my way/ I'd love to tell you more, but, what else can I say??
[HOOK]
I speak in several tongues appealing for you to listen/ Glisten like drops of sun, human nature be pissing/ Kissing, saaz hops like Hansa, that's sinister/ My inner self walks around slaughtering cows in India!/ No beef! cos I believe in health like AIDS / Surely my position is claimed, but consequently arouse the type of stereo that plays eternally/ I am the sole soul, that speaks angelically / Nervously, unable to fear, I fear the me concept/ Beginning time once more to take away regret/ Sorrow stems, from time to time in all family trees/ With roots, unlocking dreads, and my music be the key (to your heart)/ Just follow the quick rhythm of my drum-beat/ Beating terror yo your psychology and now you cannot speak/ Urban words, creating a brew to fill you up with passion/ My brain leaves minds open like mic sessions/ I split dividing souls equally/ Through and through, till time cannot be told tangibly/ I'm fading souls, it's a pleasure cos I'm indellible/ I consume food for thought so my s**t is sensible/ Intellect, leading the way to an age of wisdom/ Foolishly walking thru tunnels tryin to reach invisible kingdoms, I reign (rain) over the world I am the eye: brainstorming/ Flooding heads with vowels, forget the consonants I'm forming/ Antiques, in history, and going back to the future/ In competition with the past, I'm presenting my creatures/ With the gift of life. [I was] born on the continent, Afrika is my mother, her word has been spoken.
[HOOK]
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