笨小笨Intro: Lost(feat. Ian Kamau， K-Os & Lisa Lobsinger)歌词由Shad&Ian Kamau&K-os&Lisa Lobsinger演唱，出自专辑《Flying Colours》，下面是《Intro: Lost(feat. Ian Kamau， K-Os & Lisa Lobsinger)》完整版歌词！
Intro: Lost(feat. Ian Kamau， K-Os & Lisa Lobsinger)歌词完整版
Intro: Lost(feat. Ian Kamau, K-Os & Lisa Lobsinger) - Shad/Ian Kamau/K-OS/Lisa Lobsinger
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Warmest wishes to those that chose to visit the show
Frigid flow: my tongue might stick to a pole
What I'm spitting is cold Michigan snow
Listen though I don't put on airs
I'm conditioned to blow
I'm a star my sis called me that
Back before my posse rapped
That's when the older homies told me
"Just don't be a copycat"
Ok copy that handed the walkie talkie back
This is real pride in my eyes
It's not a cocky act
Look at us struggling and look
How those at the top react
Not saying they're Nazis
I'm just saying how can they not see that
It's still a white world
They don't even want that coffee black
No prime time
They don't even want that Cosby black
Man a lot of cats wanna see the best watch
Well if you want to see the best watch
This is like Redd Fox mixed with a TED talk
Mixtape icon sitting on your desktop
Stop
Eh
Check it out
I'm still telling my people to let that light shine
I never thought on the day
I started to write rhymes
That I might climb and now it's like I
Just may be Jay Z in my lifetime
'Cause ooh look at how
I'm killing these tracks
I'm a vet but not the type of vet
That's feeling these cats
Where the real Emcees at
I'm dying I need to hear someone as ill as me stat
Mmhmm Shadrach on racks putting these raps on wax
I don't usually go this fast on tracks
But I'm zoning you know it
When I laugh and my hat's on back
I don't rap for not fat contracts
Till the day that I pass on
I deliver every jawn like my last song
Last class with a graduation cap on
BRAPP
I searched so far for you
I work so hard find me
I take a gasp of air like I can't breathe
I want to sit beside her like I can't leave
I open up my eyes like I can't see
I just want to climb trees so I plant seeds
I walk forever looking for a place to sit
Feels like I'm just beginning though
They're wishing I would quit
I'm trying to find my spirit
While they're trying to find a hit
Been to the motherland now
I search for the mother ship
I walk miles in shoes worn
As torn paper eyes wide
In the eye of the storm
I found peace in a mirror that's me
I died as I tried to conform
I've been squinting it's so bright
But light is reflected inside of my skin
I've been searching outside for an answer
Like I couldn't find it within
I searched so
I searched so far for you
I work so
I work so hard find me
Yeah
This life is a hell steps from heaven
Fear is a jail I'm in a cell next to legends
Ask Kheaven what his view through these bars looks like
If you still think there's wrongs
That these songs could write
Goodnight
Eh yeah throwing 'em bows
Blazing these rappers dressed up in their fancy clothes
Everyone knows your reign is over 'cause you chose
Material riches over the rap essentials
Ontario provincial it's not a minstrel show
Poet Allen Ginsberg flow really with nah know
Biddy bi bam bo rappers be shucking
And jiving like Bojangles
Lyrically Van Gogh
I tango then eat a mango that fell
On a galvanized roof in Trinidad
When I was a youth just coming up
Rappers be dumbing down
Kheaven be dumbing up
We living what
We living on a prayer in the air
It's the Elohim
Shadrach Kamau we in to blast the scene
That's why we mould them
Just like I told them
We leaving mics frozen 'cause we are the chosen
