Kero1 - Musical Journey
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{Verse 1}
Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown
Like a feather, goin' wherever the wind is blowin'
Music’s my transportation my tank is full
My alter ego’s on production providing the fuel
My school of thought is elementary bringin' it back to basics
Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin' hiphop a facelift
The formula's this: raw beats for consumption
With more dope lines than Scarface equals combustion
Burning competition, when Kero’s on the scene
I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhD’s
Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it
Providin' light like Chris to guide the lost out of darkness
Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities
Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity
I’m flippin' concepts conscious like Confucius
So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music..
{Verse 2}
Now that you know a bit about me, it’s time we dig deeper
Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet ya
Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia
And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers
Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers
Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers
And for a breather I’d smoke refer at recess for leisure
Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker
Flippin' freestyles ciphers from morning to noon
Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons
Yeah the good old days, when everything was new
Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we’d seldom sing the blues
Spending all day flippin' skate boards on pavement
Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous
And I’m sayin' things are changing, enjoy the ride
With the creator on my passenger side I will survive
As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence
Gah gives me the gift of today I call the present
I said Gah gives me the gift of today...
{Verse 1}
Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown
Like a feather, goin' wherever the wind is blowin'
Music’s my transportation my tank is full
My alter ego’s on production providing the fuel
My school of thought is elementary bringin' it back to basics
Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin' hiphop a facelift
The formula's this: raw beats for consumption
With more dope lines than Scarface equals combustion
Burning competition, when Kero’s on the scene
I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhD’s
Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it
Providin' light like Chris to guide the lost out of darkness
Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities
Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity
I’m flippin' concepts conscious like Confucius
So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music..
{Verse 2}
Now that you know a bit about me, it’s time we dig deeper
Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet ya
Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia
And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers
Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers
Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers
And for a breather I’d smoke refer at recess for leisure
Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker
Flippin' freestyles ciphers from morning to noon
Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons
Yeah the good old days, when everything was new
Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we’d seldom sing the blues
Spending all day flippin' skate boards on pavement
Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous
And I’m sayin' things are changing, enjoy the ride
With the creator on my passenger side I will survive
As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence
Gah gives me the gift of today I call the present
I said Gah gives me the gift of today...
