AmpLive - Kharma lyrics

[Intro-Scratched vocals] Kharma, "One" "One" [Verse 1-Zion] Yo, a te' a te' a te' a testin' one two I'm sendin' out a shout to all the ma**ive in the crew I think if you could get into my space and Thoughts travel at light speed of conversation Hell within the slim borders of mind quarters Seats in carport or servin' short orders It's torment the way the Kharma spin orbit I memorize all my trauma and then record it It's all live, never been Memorex To manifest faith through my text, let the bill collect [Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay-ay] Yo, I step aside trouble, boy in a bubble I spit, do my thing, give me space like the craft hubble This here rumble in the world, what you didn't know? Have the rich eat the po' with they dinner roll It's habitual, life within this digital citadel Make me holler "Condition critical!" See a pistol pull, seen a solution Baby gettin' fed a syringe of confusion Gun blast make cash, it's just murder Ratings gettin' higher with insanity and further with it [Hook-Zion w/scratched vocals] Little boy think it's fine, little boy is gonna pay-ay ["Kharma"] Everything you do come back to you someday-ay ["Kharma"] Can't face the sun so hide away-ay ["Kharma"] Little boy think it's fine, little boy is gonna pay ["Kharma"] [Verse 2-Zion] Yo, fire gas lit, act like the Mac spit Won't make your back flip, trapped in a casket Reminsce on the life that he missed Only sixteen when it came down to this Videos, TV, action heroes Blood lust, bust a vein for DeNiro Burn like Nero did to Rome Why you all upset now it's at your home? When it was at mines everything was just fine But now you start to see everything in due time [Hook-Zion w/scratched vocals] Little boy pack a gun, little boy like Tanqueray-ay ["Kharma"] Everything you do gon' make your hair turn gray-ay ["Kharma"] Nowhere to run, are you afraid-aid? ["Kharma"] Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay ["Kharma"] Pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay Little boy is gonna pay *Beat switch* [Verse 3-Zion] Guns and money go hand in hand It's the way that the devil keep controllin' man Rebels who fight in the name of Jah But with sticks and stones never get that far Seeds is planted, trees is chopped Many await the day that Jesus drop But in the meantime, live lives of sin At the gates of Heaven, they can't get in Preachers, teachers, holy rollers Terrorist bomb, Pakistani soldiers Mason bankers, ancient races Fight for the keys of our sacred places Bases loaded, we up to bat Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit Good seed look, don't do bad, too You got choices to make a dif' Ain't no weight so heavy that you can't lift Everything you do come back, no if But when you understand Kharma, life's a gift [Outro-Cut vocals] Flow has many dimensions Rhyme scheme, consciousness Flow within life