Matisyahu WP Dub Lyrics

Youth Dub Track Listing
  • 1 Youth Dub
  • 2 Fire and Dub
  • 3 Spark Seekers
  • 4 Dub Warrior
  • 5 WP Dub
  • 6 Daughters Dub
  • 7 One Woman
  • 8 Fire of Heaven Dub
  • 9 Chop 'em Down Dub
  • 10 Nigun

  • Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class
    To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass
    But I'm early to a arival beatbox, you got raps?
    Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback
    No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
    But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks
    My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap
    No matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps
    Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap
    They lost the way, they never had the right map
    Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back
    So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn't settle
    Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
    I'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels
    Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible
    Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle
    Substance dulls the mind
    Traife wine clouds the heart
    You can't sew a stitch with one hand
    While you're taking it apart
    Bright lights might look nice
    But they sure won't make you sharp
    You can't sew a stitch with one hand
    While you're taking it apart

    Yeah, misty morning and my mum's a mess
    To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed
    Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F
    Now death is all that's left to ponder
    I wander off hoping to catch my breath

    Yeah, misty morning and my mum's a mess
    To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed
    Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F
    Now death is all that's left to ponder
    I wander off hoping to catch my breath
    And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts
    And roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain
    There's a pertinent reason I'm on this earth
    Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert
    When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure
    And crawl away in tears
    I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach
    We walk the halls with a grimace
    Yeah they gossip in groups
    I try to mind my business and tell the truth
    For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision
    Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
    We lean back in the calmest position
    And embrace the honesty found within our tension

    What's good?

    Substance dulls the mind
    Traife wine clouds the heart
    You can't sew a stitch with one hand
    While you're taking it apart
    Bright lights make you blind
    But they sure don't leave you sharp
    You can't sew a stitch with one hand
    While you're taking it apart

    Trapped in the elevator of your mind
    Is it real, what will you find behind the door
    Your imaginations put you in a bind
    Around you there's a cloud of gloom
    Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room
    Can't see outside of your Universe

    No more war, there won't be anymore hunger
    No jealousy, not even competition

    Let go, release, you hold the keys
    Time we evaporate into the breeze
    We are nothing, we are something
    Let go, release, you hold the keys
    It's time we evaporate into the breeze
    We are nothing, we'll be something
    Welcome to the desert of my soul
    You can stay if you like
    There's room for one more
    There's room for one more


    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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