Matisyahu - Refuge
Tekst :
Ani auni vevyone. hashem yashav li. ezrati, umafalti, atau.
As for me, i am poor and destitute.
Hashem my g-d will think about me. my help, my rescuer, you are.
My word is like a hammer like a shattering rock,
Crack through your heart and take the evil apart
From the end of the earth unto you i call,
Time and again i fall, back to you i crawl
You have been a refuge for me,
A tower of strength in the face of the enemy
Enemy, enemy lines i find i let myself get tied up too many times
You can t have my heart i m taking back what s mine
I know it lie just smoke in your eye
And you saved my soul from the other side
When faint grows my heart to a rock
That too hard for me to climb alone lead me
For you have been a refuge
With you i smash a troop and with my g-d i leap over a wall
May the king answer you on the day that you call
Stand tall, battle yawl, the clouds crawl low, all stalled,
Heavens lay draped over new york like a prayer shawl,
The holy one enthroned upon the praises of israel
Pathways of my heart clogged like a traffic jam
From the start, i want to take the blockage apart
Matisyahu - Beat box
Tekst :
Austin how you all feeling.
Like this, Like this.
It s the music that grows all the illusion and fears.
It s the music that makes the confusion become clear.
It s the music that I live, for 18 years.
It s the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears.
Not to mention some lifer,
Did I mention I like her?
Then the rest of the cipher man it s not hard to decipher.
Music gets people high per,
Music made me a riper.
Music made me a fighter.
Yo man, pass me the lighter.
It s the fire that ignites us shinning right into the sky.
Look me right in the eye.
Hey yo kid, you want to fly.
The why-o, the n-ya, from N.Y. to egg white.
You cannot deny so why even try.
My mother sang songs to kids in consentration.
His mother sang songs inside the coffee plantation.
Her mother sang songs whike we were robbin the nation.
now I sing songs for much more then an occupation.
I am the music.
We are the music.
I am the music.
You are the music
Austin is the music.
Texas is the music.
We are the mu-sic.
Yo I take two steps forward.
Taking one step back.
Every time I think I am on track, my life is faced the black.
Now I pick the slack and attack faster then a rapper on crack.
Feel my knack and just spit.
I bet there s more triplets cuz rap has hit vicious.
My style is more delicious the eggnog.
You wish this kid would vanish, so s his family,
And my spirit needs fitness, that why I flip this.
Yo so I held back the life and blown and feeling.
Alright surprising people cuz I drowned last night.
Here I am one more time,
My rhyme are at your shine.
I m ripping over ribbons life swimming through time.
Sit back in unwined,
Let your brain unravel.
Slip sliding away like travelin on wet gravel,
Ain t no need to battle if knee P ya
Matisyahu - Message in a bottle
Tekst :
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I ll send an SOS to the world
I ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known straight from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I ll send an SOS to the world
I ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
TV’s a jet stream hold off until tomorrow
Internet flat screen what’s the message in your bottle
She’ll be comin around the mountain when she comes full throttle
Battleaxe can chop em down that’s the call of the wild
There’s no message in your bottle emptiness its just hollow
Think the way to wake up is through sex that’s just shallow
Tossing seed into the wind producing loss and sorrow
Draculas on MTV sucking the blood from the marrow
Hard-hearted like stone, want to be known like Pharaoh
Said let my people go, that s the call of the wild
Children drowning in the rivers, swimming Babylon towers top…hard to swallow
If its roots are cut off how we can feed this flower
Might look pretty temporary, but rotten within the hour
Disconnected from its source with no footsteps to follow
Chasing death disguised as life, world s a bridge that s narrow
Walked out this morning
Don t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I ll send an SOS to the world
I ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle