Og's Delightz - Ima Blow Yah Mind AI.v Lyrics

That's it
I've had en-ou-gh
Put your hands up
For the c-i-t-y
Put yah hands up
For your c-I-t-y
City get you, deep, creep, dodging
Hustle past the margin
Seen you had a dream, ain't no mirage man
Of the big house,
The 7 cars in the garage band
Slipping o- on that silky smooth Cardigan
Ladies messaging
With these bars, we's wins, in
Fit lit, out the dar- kest den
Swift with the gift, for the lo-rd I sing
The creator of all living thi-n-g-s
The one that came thr-o-u-g-h
When y-o-u
Was on the floor back then
Screaming to death not knowing the cause
We're imperfect, we - got floors
Plans to be saved by the primal source
Of course
There isn't many or any individuals
That ain't ready to go all metaphysical
Physics and science, on a tune you wit it cool
If not dr-o-l-l, we came to school
God s-a-i-d during revelations
Kings and Queens are coming to rule
Oooh ooh
G-u-r-u, don't play
This time, somehow my people's gots to be OK
No matter the s-h-a-d-e or pigmentation t-o-d-a-y
If we all want peace, now- a-days we pave
If we all need peace, if we all want peace
Bow down, to your knees and p-r-a-y
Repeat after mea
Oh-ooh-oh- y-e-a-h
Say, yeah-hee,-hey-eee-yeah-ie-yeah
Put yah hands up
For the c-I-t-y
Put your hands up
For your c-i-t-y
If you out in the cold
It's just you and your so-u-l
You hear God s-a-y
No matter the rain, sleet, snow or sunshine
I-I-I-'m gonna blow your mind
No matter the k-i-n-d, read the signs
Recognize, real-i-z-e
That I'm coming thr-o-u-g-h
Go-n-e, conti-nu-e
To blow your m-i-n-d
Each and ev-ev-e-ry time
Each and ev-e-ry t-i-m-e
I'm gone blow your m-i-n-d
Ima blow your m-i-n-d
Each and ev-ev-e-ry time
M-o-v-e with your body
With disk on replay
D-o-ooh your body
Like, yah, gone want, display
Spread news to your posse
Thar we'z on them freeways
D-e-e-j, come now selector
Rewind, what we play
Hit me with the bomb bay
Hit me with that bomb-bombay.-hee-hey
Eee-yeah-ie-yeah
Hit me with the bomb bay
Hit me with that bomb-bombay.-hee-hey
Eee-yeah-ie-yeah
Come now selector, rewind what we play
Super supper charka
We'z up Harlem where the Lox's bust
Straight from Italy
For Roman's, I rocked stuff
Your epitome of all things, we got yah
Press frequencies
Sound centuries enter, to set your karma ease
Not to mention, if you're like, We-eeez-us
Carrying light, for God, Jah, Allah a-w-e- trust
So hear this, this
If yah down in in deep dust
Know yah got un-seized love
For what's surrounding us, below and above
Give yourself a big hug
Nine to fiver's big strippers
Clippers plus them thugs
Ladies that be screaming
From the top of them lungs
That's it
I've had en-ou-gh
Then you hear the door slam shut
Ohh! Wow, No
Come now selector, rewind what we play
So if you out in the cold
It's just you and your so-u-l
You he-ar God s-a-y
No matter the rain, sleet, snow or sunshine
I-I-I-'m gonna blow your mind
No matter the k-i-n-d, read the signs
Recognize, real-i-z-e
That I'm coming thr-o-u-g-h
Go-n-e, conti-nu-e
To blow your m-i-n-d
Each and ev-ev-e-ry time
Each and ev-e-ry t-i-m-e
I'm gone blow your m-i-n-d
Ima blow your m-i-n-d
Each and ev-ev-e-ry time
Put your hands up
For the c-i-t-y
Put yay hands up
For yah c-I-t-y
For your c-i-t-y