Текст песни Many Moons

INTRO]

There have been moments where I have dreamed of success. There have been

brief very brief periods when I have conjoured up rememberances which

the use of reason of the a later epic assures me could have reference only

to that condition of seeming unconsciousness. These shadows of memories

tell indistinctly of tall figures that lifted and bored me in silence

down down still down.

[Odario] {Spitz}

I never was inspired to do a damn thing

'Til the day I was hired to work a little something {yeah}

I took my money and I played the rap game

Everybody in doubt said I wouldn't amount to nothing {word up}

Fingers crossed

My mama still buggin' about the money I lost

And the critics still judging

Without a spirit, set out to go get it

Got to reach for the sky

Got to make a track bumpin'

So I straighten my eye at the prize

And wipe my hands so I see clear and understand

To be the man, you got to beat the man

I be pursuing that, thinking of a master plan

Broken scheme and promises

Steady losses prepared for days like this

I reminise, I reminise

The hip-hop news

We got to maintain, contain your P's and Q's

We see the knowledge not provided in college

Live the course, dream to be the top dollar

Promoters call us, but don't pay us

Everyday, everyday they delay us

They higher than the Himalayas

Never, ever getting near us

'Cause they problem is they fear us doing this for years

The night time new moon rise high

Tranquilling your mind

And to help us find

{How many moons?} How many moons from what you looking for?

Originate, black crowd was a Theodore

Regulate, rhyme until my mind is sore

Hip-hop, that's my cheri amore

The only thing I'm known for is going for poor

After putting in work and for going on tour

I salute the young brother that be writing the verse

And the one thing I ask, is to learn to earn

I've never been inspired to do a damn thing Mood Ruff - Many Moons - http://ru.motolyrics.com/mood-ruff/many-moons-lyrics.html

'Til I was hired to work a little somehting {something}

I took my money and I played the rap game

Everybody in douby said I won't amount to nothing {get a job}

Fingers crossed

My momma still bugging about the money I lost

And the critics still judging

Without spirit, set out to go get it

Got to reach for the sky, got to make a track bumping

So I straighten my eye at the prize

And with my hands, so I see clear and understand

To be the man, you got to beat the man

I be pursuing that thinking of a master plan

Broken scheme and promises

Steady losses prepared for days like this

I reminise, I reminise, the hip-hop news

We got to maintain, contain your P's and Q's

How many moons?

Figure that out, how many moons?

People scream and shout, how many moons?

No doubt, how many moons?

{Spitz}

Yo, yo

We just working in the studio

Trying to make it nice, you know

Trying to make it raw

Some people don't know how to make it raw

All they know how to do is take like leaches

It's not original, in fact it's quite pitiful

I take more than pop fame, Lexus with gold chains

Submerged in the game where MCs have no shame, I'll explain

Used to be raw, now they playing on H.E.R.

In self worth, subside to sell game

You can't claim credit, weren't the first one who said it

Would have labelled you a sucker, no one would accept it

Now, it like "dope hook man, where'd you get it?"

Must have been expensive because you straight up bit it

That's my word

You feeling that?

Mood Ruff

[OUTRO]

In the return of life of the swoon, there are two stages. First, that of

the sense of mental or spiritual. Secondly, that of a physical existence.

It seems probable that if upon reaching the second stage, we could recall

the impressions of the first. We should find these impressions elequont

of memories of the gulf beyond. And that gulf is... what