Sing for all you're worth
You know you're worth it
Sometimes I sang maybe too loud because I got fired up, nasal and damn
Wanted to be heard so yes the voice spiked, sometimes blushed me before the words even hit the air
The nervousness dries my mouth but I love the thirst, the hunger, the death my
brothers I love the troop no matter what happens Looptroop will always be
the best group
I love the words so I wrote too much text but fuck it,
Gotta spit on the ground for something to grow up later
So sing for all you're worth in the coldest world in the world, I'm not talking about the weather< br/>Find out who you are, make something you call your work, it will always be with you
And sing because you are in love, because whatever the reins carry you know you are worth it
Sing about everything you carry inside and outside your soul mate I think it suits you
And when I danced in front of the mirror I might have been a coward
But they felt like I had the meanest moves and tightest steps< br/>Hottest rhyme, in the dream I could fight my own shadow
At funny hour I started biting my own chew
Run DMC, but I guarded my own tongue
Because it was just us plus a few more writers on the whole course
Some stayed together and the path of the crime was connected we wanted to change our parents so
We were too young to run around town
And I was ashamed as hell that day when daddy came down
And fetched me home from the billiards, early youth in the village
Sliding around the night city, and it was just us
So yeah said fuck it I'll take it and the hill with booze
And the TV from the hotel building in the scrap then we went there
I learned to love learned to hate
But how the hell did I get here with the troupe from South Africa to Japan with rap over beats
There's nothing I can't do
So sing for all you're worth in the world's coldest world, I'm not talking about the weather
Find out who you are, make something you call your work, it will always be with you
And sing because you're in love, because everything the reins carry you know you're worth it
Sing about everything you carry inside and outside your soul mate I think it suits you
So let me invite you to dance, I'd rather sing a good one and rather a bad one than nothing at all
If it tingles in the stomach I give a shit if it's a little fake, a little shit clears the stomach
And I clear my neck, takes my word against thugs and besserwisser who sit then
Quiet when their lives are to be sung, not a crack is heard because it might be wrong
Or ugly, horrible thought...