F.i.l.o. (Live) - OMA
Lyrics by：Jun Yamada dba Jun Seba/Shingo Annen
Composed by：Jun Yamada dba Jun Seba/Shingo Annen
Produced by：OMA
Let's go
Lord if they only knew them nights it took
Burnt candles by the dozen to ignite the soul fire
Sheer energy to release to melt the heart
Mind starved voice craved onto wax
And still get taxed
Unrest unless undressed to the core
Ever so slowly wash away old skin like springs of sulfur
So far so good what's life got to offer?
You stay curiously analyze the facts
Who's there to encourage give a pat on their back
How come society wanna grow and ignore
Small dreams big team now every work is a chore
I adore each step hop-skip a cadence
Travel this thing in the age of decadence
Do this in reverence to the older veterans
Stripes on their chest plus a chip on their shoulder
Street soldiers cut without severance
But keep hustling anyways for the L or the F of it
Effervescent light guide the way
Fear no evil once lost now found
Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon
First in last out
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Yeah
Thirstin' first drop just wet my appetite
But couldn't satisfy my craving for beats
Wrapped tight Christmas gift
This night is an eve for a generation to uplift
Live life like a testimony
Simple rhymes in difficult times
Help a friend through a lonely tunnel
And the end every maze is a funnel
Into a wine bottle with a cork inside it
A message so mid-boggling a puzzle
Amazed at the grace having reached their goal
Knock twice on the gate have 'em plead your soul
True knowledge of the self shine brighter than all
For one part getting polished you better the whole
The sum of the characters carry over your role
24-karat gold each day is a jewel
Case closed when the end credits roll
Self-representative and elected
Yes I give and get give back to the constituents
Sit you in a chair break down the affairs
There's nothing fashionable about arriving
Late in the game and acting OG
'Cause you can't pay dues with credit or cash
Quicktime soft players streaming all the Flash
So I'm sticking copper pins into media outlets
Then I hop up in the black van and then I'm out
Let's get wit the program
Drop the Dow Jonesing down
We keep underground dowsing
Microphones iron casting everlasting sound
Blasting no doubt first in last out
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Hey hey
F I L O I'd rather do nothing else
If I follow the heart to the last pulse
Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon
First in last out
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Yeah
Come come come come come
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Come come
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Come on
Yeah
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