COLE FLOW, DOMBAY, FED - БАНЗАЙ
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While the blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I’m leaving the places where the fog of delusion hangs heavy
I’ll never be the kind of guy
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I’m charging up my gift
Sending it full-force into every subwoofer—Banzai!
While the blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I’m leaving the places where the fog of delusion hangs heavy
I’ll never be the kind of guy
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I’m charging up my gift
Sending it full-force into every subwoofer—Banzai!
Sorry Mom, sorry Dad
I’m hooked on beats
My mind went hazy a long time ago
And my homies aren't the ones to blame
My Muse drives me into a trance
And appoints me the author of her words
Now, even if we get broken down, we’ll take what’s ours
But often, inside my head
I’m thinking about how I’ll build us a massive house
I want to amaze the whole world so much
That my heart feels like it’s boiling over
Catch these vibes—they’re smooth like salsa
We’ll shock everyone, no doubt—pulling off a total somersault
Sound, fly into their ears
Just flow...
While the blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I’m leaving the places where the fog of delusion hangs heavy
I’ll never be the kind of guy
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I’m charging up my gift
Sending it full-force into every subwoofer—Banzai!
Our time is dripping away like hot wax onto the floor
And the wick is just the means
To ignite into a blazing fire
Every one of us has had our share of heartache
We’re all sick with this hip-hop fever
We’ve got energy to spare
We’re going all in
To climb our way up from the bottom
There are risks in our destiny, brother
That’s why we soar upon these beats
Not much time has flown by yet
But we’re already being weighed in the balance
We face endless problems
And we’re stuck in a rough patch
But one thing is certain: we will never
Ever back down
While the blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I’m leaving the places where the fog of delusion hangs heavy
I’ll never be the kind of guy
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I’m charging up my gift
Sending it full-force into every subwoofer—Banzai!
While in my... The blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I leave behind the places where the fog of intoxication lingers
I will never be the kind of man
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I charge up my gift
Into every subwoofer—Banzai!
On the beat: Dumbo, Dumbo, Dumbo
I’ll stomp out my poverty with a slipper
I’ll be like an elephant, bulldozing every barrier in my path
Come what may—music is my atomic core
For me, hip-hop is like a marriage—my first and my last
Every demo is like a firstborn child
And I will give it—beyond just hope—glory
And let this be my message to the future Kolya:
That the concert halls are his true calling
And let this be my message to the future Kolya:
That the concert halls are his true calling
As long as the blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I leave behind the places where the fog of intoxication lingers
I will never be the kind of man
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I charge up my gift
Into every subwoofer—Banzai!
As long as the blood in my veins runs hot
Like a volcano
I leave behind the places where the fog of intoxication lingers
I will never be the kind of man
Whose eyelids are made of lead
I charge up my gift
Into every subwoofer—Banzai!