Lupe Fiasco - DRILL MUSIC IN ZION (AUDIO)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:32 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Yeah
The August symphonic, power of ablonic
To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics
Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets
I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments
Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet
Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit
Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a Thomas
Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will correspond it
Opera onyx, popular's for convicts
Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics
Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics
Robots make the robots that solder the electronics
Nostradamus couldn't bother to keep a promise
Logic's on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience?
Somebody's daughter is contemplating the convent
But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos
Mouth is just watering for some nonsense
And this might be the moment her modeling probably launches
Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus
Washing gasoline, watch hollering, replace a congress
Golden gossiping auditing through my content
Running out of water, just pondering where the pond went
World's hottest summer, we're wondering if they pawned it
Desperate for the credits to come tumbling through the conflict, yeah
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can you make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
Now there are those that resoluted to wreck
Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death
Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
No resurrection but reputation's correct
The revelation brings decorated regrets
All do respect, it's not really about fair
Collective sigh 'cause the real killer's still out there (there, there...)
Probably calling up police
Complaining 'bout his neighbors or just walking on the beach
Why should he have such views of the ocean?
And not be hanging from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?
I let it soak in, then I put the soap in
Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them
The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club
Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does
Neighbor is pissed
Tells the cops, "If he wants to bathe like a sailor
Live on a container ship"
I party all night and the bangin' is intense
'Cause I know exactly what you did
And you gon' pay for it, you bitch
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can you make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same
You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane
Coralling mortals is nothing short of insane
Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
The August symphonic, power of ablonic
To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics
Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets
I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments
Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet
Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit
Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a Thomas
Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will correspond it
Opera onyx, popular's for convicts
Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics
Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics
Robots make the robots that solder the electronics
Nostradamus couldn't bother to keep a promise
Logic's on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience?
Somebody's daughter is contemplating the convent
But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos
Mouth is just watering for some nonsense
And this might be the moment her modeling probably launches
Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus
Washing gasoline, watch hollering, replace a congress
Golden gossiping auditing through my content
Running out of water, just pondering where the pond went
World's hottest summer, we're wondering if they pawned it
Desperate for the credits to come tumbling through the conflict, yeah
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can you make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
Now there are those that resoluted to wreck
Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death
Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
No resurrection but reputation's correct
The revelation brings decorated regrets
All do respect, it's not really about fair
Collective sigh 'cause the real killer's still out there (there, there...)
Probably calling up police
Complaining 'bout his neighbors or just walking on the beach
Why should he have such views of the ocean?
And not be hanging from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?
I let it soak in, then I put the soap in
Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them
The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club
Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does
Neighbor is pissed
Tells the cops, "If he wants to bathe like a sailor
Live on a container ship"
I party all night and the bangin' is intense
'Cause I know exactly what you did
And you gon' pay for it, you bitch
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can you make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same
You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane
Coralling mortals is nothing short of insane
Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.25] Yeah
[00:24.14] The August symphonic, power of ablonic
[00:27.38] To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics
[00:30.73] Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets
[00:33.52] I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments
[00:36.84] Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet
[00:40.01] Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit
[00:42.68] Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a Thomas
[00:45.47] Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will correspond it
[00:48.92] Opera onyx, popular's for convicts
[00:51.73] Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics
[00:55.02] Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics
[00:57.81] Robots make the robots that solder the electronics
[01:01.29] Nostradamus couldn't bother to keep a promise
[01:03.91] Logic's on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience?
[01:07.13] Somebody's daughter is contemplating the convent
[01:09.88] But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos
[01:13.85] Mouth is just watering for some nonsense
[01:16.02] And this might be the moment her modeling probably launches
[01:19.82] Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus
[01:21.98] Washing gasoline, watch hollering, replace a congress
[01:25.69] Golden gossiping auditing through my content
[01:28.30] Running out of water, just pondering where the pond went
[01:31.43] World's hottest summer, we're wondering if they pawned it
[01:34.26] Desperate for the credits to come tumbling through the conflict, yeah
[01:38.36] These episodes of the soul
[01:40.79] Make me go past emote control
[01:44.82] Can you make a ho' fold?
[01:47.48] All the drill music in Zion
[01:49.88] These episodes of the soul
[01:52.86] Make me go past emote control
[01:57.03] Can we make a ho' fold?
[01:59.53] All the drill music in Zion
[02:01.84] Now there are those that resoluted to wreck
[02:04.37] Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death
[02:07.75] Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
[02:10.49] DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
[02:14.08] No resurrection but reputation's correct
[02:17.03] The revelation brings decorated regrets
[02:20.06] All do respect, it's not really about fair
[02:22.80] Collective sigh 'cause the real killer's still out there (there, there...)
[02:27.17] Probably calling up police
[02:28.88] Complaining 'bout his neighbors or just walking on the beach
[02:32.31] Why should he have such views of the ocean?
[02:34.77] And not be hanging from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?
[02:38.30] I let it soak in, then I put the soap in
[02:41.35] Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them
[02:44.44] The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club
[02:47.25] Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does
[02:50.47] Neighbor is pissed
[02:51.77] Tells the cops, "If he wants to bathe like a sailor
[02:54.34] Live on a container ship"
[02:56.27] I party all night and the bangin' is intense
[02:58.97] 'Cause I know exactly what you did
[03:00.48] And you gon' pay for it, you bitch
[03:03.23] These episodes of the soul
[03:05.73] Make me go past emote control
[03:09.98] Can you make a ho' fold?
[03:12.56] All the drill music in Zion
[03:14.92] These episodes of the soul
[03:17.87] Make me go past emote control
[03:22.12] Can we make a ho' fold?
[03:24.66] All the drill music in Zion
[03:26.90] We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same
[03:29.37] You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane
[03:33.43] Coralling mortals is nothing short of insane
[03:35.36] Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha
[03:39.26] These episodes of the soul
[03:42.11] Make me go past emote control
[03:46.49] Can we make a ho' fold?
[03:48.93] All the drill music in Zion
[03:51.32] These episodes of the soul
[03:54.37] Make me go past emote control
[03:58.52] Can we make a ho' fold?
[04:01.03] All the drill music in Zion
[04:03.01]
[00:24.14] The August symphonic, power of ablonic
[00:27.38] To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics
[00:30.73] Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets
[00:33.52] I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments
[00:36.84] Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet
[00:40.01] Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit
[00:42.68] Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a Thomas
[00:45.47] Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will correspond it
[00:48.92] Opera onyx, popular's for convicts
[00:51.73] Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics
[00:55.02] Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics
[00:57.81] Robots make the robots that solder the electronics
[01:01.29] Nostradamus couldn't bother to keep a promise
[01:03.91] Logic's on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience?
[01:07.13] Somebody's daughter is contemplating the convent
[01:09.88] But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos
[01:13.85] Mouth is just watering for some nonsense
[01:16.02] And this might be the moment her modeling probably launches
[01:19.82] Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus
[01:21.98] Washing gasoline, watch hollering, replace a congress
[01:25.69] Golden gossiping auditing through my content
[01:28.30] Running out of water, just pondering where the pond went
[01:31.43] World's hottest summer, we're wondering if they pawned it
[01:34.26] Desperate for the credits to come tumbling through the conflict, yeah
[01:38.36] These episodes of the soul
[01:40.79] Make me go past emote control
[01:44.82] Can you make a ho' fold?
[01:47.48] All the drill music in Zion
[01:49.88] These episodes of the soul
[01:52.86] Make me go past emote control
[01:57.03] Can we make a ho' fold?
[01:59.53] All the drill music in Zion
[02:01.84] Now there are those that resoluted to wreck
[02:04.37] Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death
[02:07.75] Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
[02:10.49] DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
[02:14.08] No resurrection but reputation's correct
[02:17.03] The revelation brings decorated regrets
[02:20.06] All do respect, it's not really about fair
[02:22.80] Collective sigh 'cause the real killer's still out there (there, there...)
[02:27.17] Probably calling up police
[02:28.88] Complaining 'bout his neighbors or just walking on the beach
[02:32.31] Why should he have such views of the ocean?
[02:34.77] And not be hanging from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?
[02:38.30] I let it soak in, then I put the soap in
[02:41.35] Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them
[02:44.44] The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club
[02:47.25] Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does
[02:50.47] Neighbor is pissed
[02:51.77] Tells the cops, "If he wants to bathe like a sailor
[02:54.34] Live on a container ship"
[02:56.27] I party all night and the bangin' is intense
[02:58.97] 'Cause I know exactly what you did
[03:00.48] And you gon' pay for it, you bitch
[03:03.23] These episodes of the soul
[03:05.73] Make me go past emote control
[03:09.98] Can you make a ho' fold?
[03:12.56] All the drill music in Zion
[03:14.92] These episodes of the soul
[03:17.87] Make me go past emote control
[03:22.12] Can we make a ho' fold?
[03:24.66] All the drill music in Zion
[03:26.90] We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same
[03:29.37] You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane
[03:33.43] Coralling mortals is nothing short of insane
[03:35.36] Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha
[03:39.26] These episodes of the soul
[03:42.11] Make me go past emote control
[03:46.49] Can we make a ho' fold?
[03:48.93] All the drill music in Zion
[03:51.32] These episodes of the soul
[03:54.37] Make me go past emote control
[03:58.52] Can we make a ho' fold?
[04:01.03] All the drill music in Zion
[04:03.01]