Move, move, I've got the gift of life Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can't stand up and I can't sit down I gotta keep movin', I gotta keep
Traduction: Jam. Le cadeau.
Move move I've got the gift of life Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can't stand up and I can't sit down I gotta keep movin' I gotta keep
Thought that I would forget you? Heaven knows that's not my style And that I would let you? Walk away without at least goodbye You shouldn't let those
Letting loose the lunatics - wasn't the greatest of ideas Giving them plans and money to squander - Should have been the worst of our fears The dream
I was hoping we'd make real progress - But it seems we have lost the power Any tiny step of advancement Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean - We
Ordinary people don't get time to think not that it's their fault cos you have to hustle and bustle about your work just to make sure the food gets bought
Hello darlin' - I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat
Why are you frightened can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away an' keep it out of sight Oh don
If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush it's tender petals With me you'll have now escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle
Your precious love - that means so much will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus - cos those rosey days are few And -
it The radio gon' edit, the journalists won't sweat it Dig it, I don't give a SHIT about a critic I'm young, fresh, and gifted and I spit it how I live
condition now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit with a fly Lui-Kang kick in Mortal Kombat and I land it so get your own back when I jam
jam tag just to add to the vision, I give thanks all praise to the man, Who in hand given hand, he the best with decisions, Don't get it twisted the mind frame gifted
rockin on Now the object is survival son so get your hustle on Bust two shots while I blow up the spot I make it hot, till the jam is packed, to the
a double edged knife In the jam we regulate, cause we organize Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift
