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Guru - The Traveler songtekst

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Somethin to motivate you
 The more travellin I do
 The more wise I become

 I'm the traveler  I go place to place
 They see my face  then I'm gone
 I'm the traveler  I go place to place
 They see my face  then I'm gone

 Yes the traveler  always on the move (keep it movin baby)
 Makin power moves  devourin the grooves
 Goin  city to city with the illest force (aiyyo)
 Spannin the glove like Wild World of Sports
 I go to Japan, with plans to slam (aight)
 I go to Spain and England, with knowledge to bring them
 (crazy knowledge) I go to Holland, and then to Germany
 You better learn to see I'll be here for eternity (a long time)
 I go to Switzerland and travel to Sweden
 and give the real heads jewels that they needin (droppin jewels)
 I go to Italy and also to France
 with the chance to enhance the dance (c'mon)
 I tore up mad spots doin shows all over
 I wreck the stage, with East coast flavor (East coast)
 but I go out West too, and build with my peoples (true)
 Some can't conceive how I do what I do

 I'm the traveler, I go place to place
 They see my face, then I'm gone
 I'm the traveler, I go place to place
 They see my face, then I'm gone

 I'm the traveler, I go place to place
 They see my face, then I'm gone
 I'm the traveler, I go place to place
 They see my face, then I'm gone

 Around the world and back yo, the steelo is fat yo (huge)
 From blocks to continents, with mad impact (SMASH)
 I got it like that, ringin bells in the street
 Midwest to Down South, I turn it out, kapeesh? (you understand?)
 Wherever I go, they give it up (uh-huh)
 They wanna see me on the stage when I rip it up (rip it up)
 Uptown, downtown, Crooklyn, Queens, Strong Island
 Bronx, Shaolin, New Jersey, the brothers know I'm worthy (right)
 Got to get the dough, got to run the show
 My mental pops the topics when it's time to flow (word)
 With expertise, I release more techniques than 1200
 Style's more than a 100 (mad styles) yes I run it
 More game than a little, MC's dribble from the mouth when I hit
 (uh-huh) The fuse is lit, makin your whole crew split
 No myth (word), yeah
 I'm whippin evil everywhere, ratification severely severe
 (aight) So clearly you hear
 Original aspects unlimited, significant thoughts
 that make me different than (different than)
 most men who play the edge too close
 And while they fall, I fill halls coast to coast (everywhere)
 The dressing rooms I roam in is the scent of blessings (boom)
 soon as we rockets to the next spot to wreck em
 I put the pure in the store, I got the cure (c'mon)
 Like a doc-tor, switchin from planes, to helicopters
 MC's with your fake scowls, you smell foul, so I drop ya
 (you stink) And then I walked away with your propers (allathat)
 Of course I had stop ya
 See now you lost your spot ta.. the traveler

 ..

 makin' it right
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Donald Byrd, Keith Elam

Componist: Donald Byrd, Keith Elam

Publisher: Chrysalis Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1995

Taal: Engels

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