De tekst kan ik echt nergens vinden en is me te snel en ingewikkeld om uit de muziek te halen. Is er iemand die me kan helpen?
Het gaat om 'Center of the storm' van het album 'In the mode' van Roni Size. Hij doet het nummer samen met Zack de la Rocha van Rage Against The Machine.
"Bless, this vision I sketch
A war cry can't rest,
across frequencies east and west style
Raw adrenaline, let's tap the vein
main line resistance, meditate maintain
Raw to settle, the matter the cops scattered, our blood lost
So matter of fact no love lost
See me cock the steely lock
on Mussolini's ill logic*
on the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold
This killing season is freezing souls,
zero degrees and cold
There's 41 reasons to blast back
No one, followed Diallo** to the grave...fade to black.
While all my city is heavy I drop elephant shit***
Smeared the face of the fascist priest's pulpit***
So to the mayor may I, say I
Endorse the wholesale murder of your force of course
Cause peace is a myth in New York
Burning white rocks, got caught
Donââ¬â¢t choke, if ya just smell smoke,
I dip my tongue in gunpowder & then I clear my throat
The Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mobb like Goodie**** while my hoody hides my eyes
The critics rush me like, Salman Rushdie*****
As I, enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm
I toss pieces of my syllables like salt by a sumo
Call me Akibono Akazuna *6*
Numero uno, puro mejicano
My angle is I dangle styles for the flock to follow
Too deep for the shallow
Superstitious niggas that get played like a tarot
Bass lines rattle & will shatter your bone narrow
Blind and can't see me,
Believe me Stevie
no need to Wonder how Monche became the Pharaoh
Tongue acrobatter, none phatter, never narrow
'I Shot the Sheriff'*7*and Beretta and the sparrow
Got the Gift like Gab,*8*
rip your rib cage hollow
Funk the flame into your brain matter with the sharpest arrows
The Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes
The critics rush me like, Salman Rushdie
As I, enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm
From my mental sparks fly
Why it's do or die
5-0 got automatics so why canââ¬â¢t I?
Fly by fast like an assassin mashin
Soon we'll see the beast reach for the sky
But for now I keep my mind sharp
Bang this track in the park after dark
Lips do flips never kicked fiction
2000 class summon now face the 'Guns of Brixton' *9*
Break to face them, never check reality
On it with Roni we devastate the scenery
Aggravator, true shit spitter
Mobb like Goodie while my hoody hides my eyes
The critics rush me like, Salman Rushdie
As I, enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm with Size
Enter the center of the storm
Repeat first verse
Who Told You is
Brown Paper Bag is ook
Maar Dirty Beats is pas echt lekker...
Maar Who Told You blijft ook erg lekker, niet dat ik Dirty Beats lekkerder vind dan Who Told You maar Dirty Beats heeft nou eenmaal net iets meer dan Who Told You... 
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door ilona-scuderia op 15-12-2003 00:03]
