Junior H - LOKERON X AMOR (English Translation)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ill Ian] Hush, back at it again, it's Ill Ian and Young G Smoking blunts and busting raps on the M-I-C Making hits in the 916 Making soundtracks for porno flicks Yo G, man, it's Friday What you gotta say? Bring that shit [Verse 1] Friday, a high day Guess who's back on the mic, the way as always? Young G's not on strike, the teamster who demeans words when they come out my mouth Walk into my place, looking fly and smoked out I got a little style, don't use it very often Everything's floating back on that blunt smoke, coughing Fold the gifts loose on occasion You don't want to see me dreaming of invasion Institutions equal will never leave my kids alone God see my soul from a heavenly throne Pathetic and sinning have no use for pity Humans are like Truman, he's crowdеd in the city Where thе competition existence of advertising of mental traps All I'm trying to do is smoke blunts and bust raps You might catch me dancing but it's rare romancing Chances of the trance enhancing All about the ecstasy, socializing strong With my weed next to me and some blunts and a bong I heard it's on blazing gun, catch me if you can Life of a rider running through the world for which I give a damn Superpower to devour protein for this muscle mass Unless you're double covered, there's no reason not to pass Double shots and tightened blunt, so I walk down the block With the high loaded eye, can't figure out Is time just a lie if you never really listen? The night is always silent from the innocent of kisses I could make you violent, take a different turn, now I'm lost again The journey's been crazier once I realized I can't win (Oh no...) [Verse 2] Out the 916 and you know we live good Got that humble weed and tight ass food Gotta keep fed cuz you know it's like that Lifting weights, burning fat Rolling down the streets smoking blunts, living raw Who's the young rider you wish you never saw? I gotta be polite sometimes But I sure don't when it comes to these rhymes So I got a little message for y'all rappers in the game: You got to just peep what I'm saying Gotta quote it from my boy outta B-Town Told me the game a while ago, how we get down So if you got a wack flow Take a check from your boy outta Sacto And it goes like this: All you old players reminisce [Hook] It's mostly the voice that gets you up And mostly the voice that makes you buck A lotta rappers got flavor and some got skill But if your voice ain't dope, then you need to chill [Verse 3] Tired and devoured, exchanged and deranged For the dead who were not cowards, everything's arranged Dead bliss risen in an early morn Life grabs a kiss of fear forlorn Scoring my insight for its meaningless love Warm my hope inside the 10 of Clubs Tug at my heartstrings, see inside divinity Randomness chance happens, divinity is with me A trip to the sea, dreams of fantasy Romance as I hope is a dead ideal, infinity Is the time / space continuum we're meant to enjoy Then we were taught the path despair we destroy Forgiveness begs of experience Ideas kept in modesty and weariness This clearly is the twist that keeps the world turning You could say that it's money, but that simply is human journey This planet could survive without our economy Inside various traps of Illuminati Plots and treaties, greetings of a new life Alcohol for sex at night, caffeine to stay polite And on task, action is impending Regrets and frustrations defending