Strands - Sandpeople

Strands - Sandpeople

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:18

Below is the lyrics of the song Strands , artist - Sandpeople with translation

Lyrics " Strands "

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Strands

Sandpeople

Ethic:

(Come on) Y’all ain’t ready, stop

We been a finning off being fox-like

Rock mics 'till this venue’s locked

And we ain’t patient (naw)

We got too many knots Sape laced

And we doing thangs many said we not supposed to

I’m so cool with they petty talk, let 'em walk (naw)

They can’t move and we set to launch (set to launch)

And we been through every test

And marched through to get here, our food comes this year (nah nah)

Sapient:

This here’s proof that the best have got doper

You can’t see that, you got glaucoma

I’m not joking around, I’m choking you out sodapop soldiers

We got heat you can’t touch even with pot holders

You clash with titans, the outcome’s hectic

Clowns get stretched like calisthenics

Sandpeeps, P-Town invested

We wearing crowns without a dentist, and now you get it, uh-huh

OnlyOne:

I used to ride the Tri-met

I used to take the 71 over to 66th and walk it

Now every May I’m gone 'til November like Wyclef (I'm out)

The grind is real and no one’s lowered the price yet

is thirty-two times ten and I don’t write cheques

Life-threatening moments move towards me, I side-step

High-tech, high-def, Ziplock, Pyrex

I dissect life, sometimes it’s too hard to digest

Illmaculate:

This uniformity, my crew is swarming like some killer bees

And making music cordially, we trying to build the scene

I’m human, normal and having more so we build machines

'til we lose the war with them and kill our dreams

I’m cutting off the source of their abilities

Smoking cubans imported like vanilla beans

Moving units from Portland to the Phillipines

Any is plenty, I’m fortunate for the little things

Mo-b:

It’s SP, let the haters catch fillings

I’ma focus, I’m a star player, like Katt Williams

They cap peeling, and all those cats, they wetter

They more

Yeah, I got my bread, so it’s Kum ba yah

Now I’m international, start a coup d'état

Booyaka, booyaka, that supplier, supplier

Bring a whole new meaning to friendly fire

IAME:

Yeah, we got this, the clock ticks something obnoxious

Reminding you of what you haven’t accomplished yet

Vets to the process, we know hardship best

Taking bong hits to offset stress

Gold:

Now made a conflict rest

We conquer concerts and e-commerce

Something monster shit

Foster your inner conscience

IAME:

They out of bounds with self-centred transcripts

Gold:

Long story short

IAME:

This is how the sands shift (nah nah)

Gold:

Per second perfected to every pixel

Inflicts through damage to live to and die by

My, time flies, I don’t mean to scare your perception

Or barbecue your eyesight, I offer you my blessings

IAME:

Knocked the fluorescence out your limelight

I’m restless, resisting the law, like, fist up

When a line between fighting for gets twisted

Gold:

Or tested man, we’re invested in the vision

IAME:

Long story short

Gold:

Fuck it, dog, listen

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