Citizen Aim - Live At The Coliseum lyrics

[Hook] I know my path has been laid And I got to walk [?] road Not sure which actions will make That easier than hard to follow But, one thing I know We gonna' steal this crown and take it on back home into the land of gold For all them hands to hold From the hottest of bodies To the coldest bones [Verse 1] We coming live from the coliseum Broadcast our way back the day the truth proof facts it took a lot to beat him in the head Only now it's going over Found itself a new home inside a land fill spilling over With garbage in a compact and heat the soundtracks to see Bodies move they contact the beat We ain't met defeat It's my aim, and I got legs to move Trynna' make your eyes blink and mind Think when we stop next to you Take a number stand in line, we all fish in a fish bowel Only we trying to get our fish sold So take a fist full, of the mixed mold And hold on to dear life because it's quick to make you wishful Gra** ain't always green or clean on the other side It's your own demeanor that means and hears your mother's cries Individual man, indivisible Stand on one breath, on one thought, in one mission wit' fam [Hook] I know my path has been laid And I got to walk [?] road Not sure which actions will make That easier than hard to follow But, one thing I know We gonna' steal this crown and take it on back home into the land of gold For all them hands to hold From the hottest of bodies To the coldest bones [Verse 2] What a time, what a mind, that we quote it in felt rap The feeling's long gone but I still hold it and hope that The day once returns and that his service is pealed back The remanence of a movement filled with body and soul clap Don't skip a healthy dose when rolled 'Cause you're gonna need that penicillin when your flow gets cold We could talk about hip-hop cliches old and told Or we can stand and resurrect how it's supposed to go Filled with style henceforth Search your mind of hard to find Relationships between your tongue And vocal cords or vital signs It's the realm of measurement Not in a tangible grasp Fill your [?] ask What's with all the words so fast Now we make the boom bap to pan emotions on Four, four, count to run around a mountain's [?] on The cla**ic an*logue, step program to the sequencer Or dump inside you're favorite software that blow's your speakers up [Hook] I know my path has been laid And I got to walk [?] road Not sure which actions will make That easier than hard to follow But, one thing I know We gonna' steal this crown and take it on back home into the land of gold For all them hands to hold From the hottest of bodies To the coldest bones [Outro] Hot bodies to cold bones We gonna' steal the crown and take it home Hot bodies to cold bones We gonna' steal the crown and take it home We gonna' steal the crown and take it back now We gonna' steal that crown and take it back now We gonna' steal the crown and take it home Hot bodies to cold bones