Zambony - K-OS

On the microphone like,

God bless this planet, planet,

Took like for granted, granted

This mic, mechanical, panic,

God hold it single handed

Times like a left-handed bandit

When right handed man

This bandit planned it

And propagandized it or Canada

It’s so on ice and so raw

And yeah move yeah so for power like thinking a soldier

Would fall to his knees to serve golden caps and such

To esoteric to touch but atmospheric enough to

Grab like a pink cat, tag on a wall,

B-boys at the park while DJ’s rock the party

And MC’s serve cooked food like Mr. pounded it

Back in the days when there’re rights

Are we the wrongs, kid?

But now the silly songs and electrical concerts

Though live for a luppa I will just drop sixteen bombs on it

Life and death they roll in Siamese twins

So the day that hip-hop dies

Another life could begin

And we continue to…

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that,

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that,

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that,

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like,

All around the world, we move it up

And yo we keep things striving

So high from heaven to the deep blue sea

(Listen), I am not indie rock I was indeed hip-hop

With many styles I’m from the trine-ibal stop.

No comma, I’m my father’s persona,

I’m ready to spin my beat and maybe one day can meet my momma

Slides, I’m slinging verbs, my intent is not sinister, son of a minister

A bible thumping commissioner, finished an album

Scrap and draped in the nostalgia of cafeteria title

Battle just me and Nigel.

Now they spinning wax sticks, the back seat cracks

I can’t entertain us like Kevin can’t relax.

Yell I’m spinning thoughts with anti-gravital force

Shoot the monkey off my porch

And pass myself the torch to light it up…

All around the world, we move it up

And yo we keep things striving

So high from heaven to the deep blue sea

All I ever wanted to do

Was show you had faith in you

But now I help you through the fire

You’re so different baby

You always got something to say

But it’s more about the things you do

Got me singing yeah eh yeah eh yeah