Anthem Songtext
von Lushlife

One for the treble, two for the bass
Don′t it leave your left box, ha ha ha

Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs


I spit a one-liner fuse magic
Puff cabbage and on the daily ma we live lavish
Lush life I put the L′s up and live like it′s
'99 I got some problems with the way I live
Plus the love balloon float away
Black smoke in the four-door I pour away
Tennis shoes Stan Smith just to throw away
I got to whip at your heels before I blow away
I gotta say ma you looking for the limelight silly asking me
I spit a line and rhyme right until I pass the piece
Spit it past the sunshine spit it past the trees
Swaying in the wind when I spit a masterpiece
The world′s falling into my arm
Calm steady rocking one of my charms
Bomb heavy like we up in the Bronx
The don dada of the beautiful thing
Lay it up with me ma cause you ain't seeing the ring

Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs


The speed I whip write it ghostwrite a nighttime jam
City streets buzzing on something on how nice I am
Something you can feel steady from the ice I span
From my right hand, I write it in the verse my fam
And tell the story then I turn it to gold dust
Plus the nice grill from the way that I flow up
To everybody thinking that I ain't gon′ show up
I disappear reappear ready to blow up
These cats wanna get their smile on for once
Plus the Bronx is a far cry from having lunch
I′m having too many hunger pains to give it up
I split it up into parts and then I live it up
I live a charmed life running up in summer nights
Balmy weather to bomb tracks and warm mics
Word is bond I'm an all-night veteran in doing the thing black
I sing rap and breathe truth and say what I think black

Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs

Cut to Amber Rock frozen night
Still life of the night I′m on my five mics
Drinking Amber Vodka and floating dice
Floating nice up off the champagne
On a campaign to live my life
I gotta spell it out in black ink
Black I'm starting to think I gotta wrap rings around the planets
Yeah I never even saw it coming
Shoegazing when the stars was humming
Fantasy Island fronting and you never
Gotta think when I construct the lines
That I sit around and write the rhymes
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Ayo I flashback to ′86 six deep spitting the wiz
Flash biz in ′97 so we did it for kicks
So when I spit heaven future fantastic
Tell you what girl, double L spit in the habit

I wonder how many people in this city live in furnished rooms
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window looking back at me
And when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks and write this down

Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don't worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs
Don′t worry if I really buck the nines or touch the lines
If you listening for all the signs