Shades Of Culture - Shine lyrics

[INTRO: Mr. Len (in a reggae/dance hall style)] Eh Eh. What you teaching? Professinal speaking What dem leaking? Em boy de dis?????? you know say, es sosa I'm Bots Dynasty running C.M. Family Digi, digi you don't say digi, what what Watch dis CHORUS: Mr. Len Me tell dem, long time Where done and you go rise Oooooh now tink about dat Me tell ya, long time Where done and you go rise Shades of Culture brethren Come y'all fee shine [D-Shade] Yo, my action's action packed like the Shaolin versus the Lama I'm droppin on your fake personna like a bomber Who keeping focus. I'm being highly explosive And folks should know this before they test what I composes When we bring it live, I'm sure the peeps will see the light And some would swear I came outta mom-dukes holding a mic Professional, rub you out with the script in freestyle To build a strong foundation, before I'm old and senile Don't touch that dial, you need to lock onto these frequencies React like k**er bees when in the face of enemies Keep playing the fool, after school you're like the Sensai With 1200 technics like my DJ Embark on missions with the verbal ammunition I'm closing in on your position to blow up your sound system Darker Shade, Revolu, DJ Storm and Mr. Len Make dem weak, sour cheeks so they never come again 'Cause y'all know how we do when we pick up these mics and broadcast it Hit the hip-hop ma** with the vocal blast Now bless this mother's child to never have to pack a nine And with these rhyme designs, I'm about to light it up like daytime CHORUS [Revolution] When I get my mic on, you know its time to party Throwing s**ers in the crowd with their necks bent up oddly I hardly ever leave the set breaking a sweat I'm leaving crews with blues from lyrics I haven't even used yet Bet. Strictly laid back on the playback Vocals sound crisp running through the Pat Sajak (?) Paybacks, fifty times harder when I carter(?) Rise and nerve endings, you're rap career's ending This day and age exposed to all types of cancer Like the Renessaince you're still searching for the answers Like a preying mantis, MCs whose only plan is... Find the Shades Of Culture, but we hidden like Atlantis Handle this, I'm like a candle to you mandibles The mic melts down and the drips burn your finger tips Now your rapper's in charge when we bomb hard Air waves and wave caps, you lose pluck a new card Boom bap, beats like Kris Parker Produced by DJ Choice and my partner be the Darker I mark up subways with the marker or a pen Storm is flipping records, bring the chorus Mr. Len CHORUS [Revolution] Yo, what up kid? I heard you're back from your jail bid Spent time in for rhyming on a beat that Choice did Now I see you and I see you committed purgery, no time for home surgery You called the rhytmn, your own and got indited Extradited, you couldn't find time to write it So why claim fame, find your own name Get a phat producer and you can join the rap game [D-Shade] You best to realize vocally we exercise With the verbal calithetics aimed directly at your third eye Initialize contact with beats that break your back Some get hooked on this, fools get hooked on crack Me not like that, that's why I strike back like the Empire On the mics we generating heat like forest fires To clearly understand, you need to dig deep like you was mining No blitz or eclipse will ever keep this son from shining CHORUS