Somehow Somewhere Someway

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Ty (UK) & Umar Bin Hassan - Rap

Somehow Somewhere Someway

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[Verse 1: Ty] Coming from a tribe popularized by the deejays Reaction what he plays will cause a heatwave A knee-jerk reaction, you tell the body behave It won't listen, the body moves, sweat glistens The light bulb flicker, your heart beats quicker It's kinda spiritual but we don't need a vicar Shapes emerge on the dance floor Words begin to get distorted Not how they're recorded The crowd heaves as a roar leaves the building The right tune is played guaranteed to heal them Heaven or hell depends on who you tell And how the spirit moves you, some kind of juju Even as sheep we sleep with sharp reminders Finder's keepers and keeper's finders Kill em with kindness or kill em with rhymes Fresh out the box designed to bless the mind [Chorus] Somewhere somehow someway someday Somewhere somehow someway someday [Verse 2: Ty] Captivated by the MP3 Don't know about the hard work Don't know no MPC You might see a video on MTV But you won't ever hear an empty song for me Full of [?] See why you need to be vigilant Often dismissed as belligerent Some people say I'm cool, some would say I'm magnificent I would say I'm me, I don't see the significance I just can't resist the urge to bump fist with folks that understand I'm not the solid man that bring the rubber bands That hold the seams together We're just not seen together I hope you understand We all rhyme through the microphone Beats in your headphones Bounce to the beat in your mind til you get home Lyrics in your kitchen, lyrics in your iPhone Lyrics in your bathtub, lyrics on your headstone [Chorus] Somewhere somehow someway someday (it's real) Somewhere somehow someway someday [Verse 3: Ty] Irrespective of perspectives, I'm ready to roll Down to fight the good fight, a citizen of the soul A workaholic of words like coal miners with coal I won't beg with a bowl, I won't do as I'm told I don't follow the cold all up the yellow brick road I got my own way of thinking, that's my ultimate goal Been trying to find a way out since 7 years old Teachers really have me blinking, spirits set to [?] I see the ships sinking and the water is cold Both oars are broken, both doors are shut closed Growing up I learned patience, things began to make sense The lies need to remain to keep the people the same To justify the land grab, rifle in the sandbag The diamond in the gold mine, the bible in the handbag I remind my fam or my grandad A chip on my shoulder, he used to be a soldier [Chorus] Somewhere somehow someway someday Somewhere somehow someway someday [Verse 4: Umar Bin Hassan] We step from the mics and onto the street The rhythm of our mission becomes our beat The deejays, the spin masters are all involved A human problem that must be solved Your color, my color, it's all the same Is there a difference in the meaning of fortune and fame? Life and death in a tactical sequence Apathy and temptation on the very same frequency What moment, what part, what path must we take? To languish in self-indulgence or for goodness sake Our time, our struggle, our humanity Our commitment to communicate or their insanity A city called Ferguson and New York's finest We must extract the pluses from the minus Stay calm, stay focused and never cease The quest is to live and let live so we all can breathe Breathe Breathe

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  • Ty (UK)