Wah-Li - Music lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah we flow, how it goes, when we writing the songs And you know, only dope, yeah nothing goes wrong Make a plan, every chance when they're rocking the stands Every fan, make 'em dance till they're clapping their hands [Verse 1] Slowly growing, holy flowing; only knowing i be blowing Shine is glowing mind controlling rhymes are blowing lines are showing Crowd is going. Loud they're roaring. Proud, we're rolling. Grounds we're mowing Hard we're flowing, sparks are blowing, marks are showing at hearts we're throwing Oh no! Don't know brothers when they just joke? No, whoa. Go slow. I'll tell ya when they just broke There's a certain feeling when you're writing down your music Coz it's something to believe when you're knowing how to use it The respect that you're receiving is just something there to prove it So the words that i am speaking are just aimed to get you moving [Ha Ha, eyo] Back again, I'm insane to speak the pain that teach your brain Back again, teach your brain to speak that pain and be insane [Chorus] [Verse 2] Eyo, this is for the children- sister, brother, cousin daughter And the fans who pack the building. I'm the stuff the doctor ordered Your noise will fill gauge and so your thirst for purest water Writing rhymes on a page, ain't only time I'll cross the border Just give me the right spot, the gimmicks that I'll drop See me use one shot to prove that I'm hot I know that's its cliché, don't repeat what i did say I hope that I'll get paid, I'll be blessed on that great day So let's thank the producers, quit backing the losers who use us Coz our rap is the future, in fact we should we use it, improve it Get our tracks on computers, and racks with our units get moving Making cash while we do it, I'm glad we pursue it, let's groom it Coz we conform to norms but we can't form a norm Where a new form is born to just con-form what's torn I don't see another reason [why] treason feeding all our people Eating. Peace is what I'm seeking Demons leave us to our freedom. [Ah] [Chorus] [Verse 3] Notepad in your hand Rehearsing your illest jams With ma**es in stands They're screaming a frequent chant Amazement fills the air So no time to just stand and stare It's all new as you standing there So explode and expose your flair This is all a dream of a kid trapped in his room Son, jumping on the bed, his mic is a wooden broom Imagines he's a king like his idol up on the poster Driving around the city, in a car, with a fancy chauffeur His concepts have depth Yes, a contest to test Yet a conquest by intellects The bar raised and set So quick kid just spit And just bring hits they'll dig So for each kid that slips; sleeps with slit wrists you'll spit