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| Tha Blue Herb - Still Standing In The Bog [2003-07-26]Sell our soul's highlight: heavy and progressive hiphop at its best.LyricsOral and aural body-blows of Irubon's cosmopolitans, break through a ziplock and we synchronise
Both of us are SOLOISTS who can battle with no support, we are gonna bowl over the five continents with a great dignity
A 'Miburo' walking round hunting down the target persistently, the skill we cultivated through dilated pupils
The infinite rhyme list, the drum output, KEEP ON keeping on with the right people behind usOnward to the rest of the nation, radio, clubs and stores, with a square X-ray image highlighting the darkness of the mind
This is the story within the nation, but nobody has heard of our success externally in history, we are the liberating battle front, SP CorleoneMost cats get caught in a trap, by an obsession of domination mixing the pure blood of the resistance
B vs. O, the second round, the headbanger, hold the mutual balance by clashing each other's databanks
In this world, things go wrong sometimes, but this is not a game that you can quit when it suits you
Sneak through the key hole, the only evidence is ash, a coating of seeds, cold sweat and goosebumpsAt the deepest end of this snow-covered city, people don't believe in material success
To the days of scooping up water with bare hands, I like it how the road is muddySince the night we found the bog, how much time has passed?
What's reflected on its surface, red eyes under 2 pairs of eyelids and discontent painted on our faces
Since that day, that afternoon we took a fire close to it, how much has the Autumn deepened?
What's reflected on its surface, red eyes under 2 pairs of eyelids and vacant expressionsAfter all, we are winning all the way, I have to admit that I was beginning to feel good
The big money and work that was offered, and those devoted fans, they all tempted me with a drug called satisfaction
I heard that one shot of it lasts years, the dealers of it have followed me around for monthsThey are all familiar faces, among them when I take a closer look, I see those who used to disregard us before
In this bog, I will always be, is what I realised one day when my lyrics got sold for a considerable amount of money
When it was taken out of my hand, I was left feeling like the emotions I had put into it suddenly were diluted
I agree that music is nothing but a commodity, and its value is measured by sales
But for me, no matter how hard and painful it is, creation of something new is like a mission from god
Alone with my pipe, I went back to a dark, small working room, the flame of revival lit the tip of my pen
I admit that none of my peers' songs interest me, let us see how many enemies we have now
A scene of carnage is where the Blue belongs, the rhyme assassin with a 180 centimeter bladeOur territory is still the snowdrift at the corner of Hiragishi, don't forget to speak in the Sapporo dialect while you are here
Wearing away my heart, is the passion, that comes from dust, I'm gonna test your stamina
When a day breaks after the darkness of the wild north winds, we will still be standing here with ties unchangedSince that night we found the bog, how much time has passed?
What's reflected on its surface, red eyes under the 2 pairs of eyelids and discontent painted on our faces
Since that day, that afternoon we took a fire close to it, how much has the Autumn deepened?
What's reflected on its surface, red eyes under 2 pairs of eyelids vacant expressions.:: Download MP3 ::.
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