| 歌曲 | Mind Blow |
| 歌手 | Zion I |
| 专辑 | Deep Water Slang V2.0 |
| 作曲 : Anderson, Gaines | |
| I'll take a runaway train from the reigns of shame | |
| And focus things so my head don't hear my brain | |
| It's how I'm seeing - keeping it even with balanced breathin | |
| When the Zion train come it's the last one leavin | |
| I'll be long gone, when I'm finally home | |
| Just relaxing from the action in the danger zone | |
| It's my rest bit, catching my breath before I exit | |
| Return to the Earth, be on some next shit, bless this! | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| One time, maintain shine, chains can't bind, free your mind! | |
| Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla | |
| Aiyyo one time, maintain shine, chains can't bind, free your mind! | |
| Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Scolding sill, mellow ice grill, people keep on telling me to chill | |
| But I know it only poetry can feel | |
| With emotions that I mostly need to heal | |
| It's all part feeling, strong whip black children | |
| March through the streets with a million | |
| Dealing with injurious, just us against us | |
| We must bust back until they vanquished | |
| Attack, pull over fool this is a jack | |
| Now gimme back the fad and my bamma weed sack | |
| My culture, every day I'm getting closer | |
| Living it up like I'm supposed ta | |
| Who the king ruling this? (Jah!!) | |
| Jah the light'll never miss ya | |
| One of these days I'm gonna kiss ya | |
| Touch you with my lips against the cheek | |
| Gonna hit ya, so every day I'm reading scripture | |
| One day! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Holla (holla!) holla (holla!) [x4] | |
| Let's get steady the beat get 'eavy | |
| When this hit you better get ready | |
| Barricade your brain the fallout to deadly | |
| Runaway for the 'ad the Serengeti | |
| The good that you speak no speak of the smelly | |
| Stink like meat gone bad brother tell me | |
| Why you never want to call Jah from the celly? | |
| Why you wanna never call Jah from the celly yo? | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Maybe gold, when I unload, make an ego explode uh | |
| They be gone soon's I enter in the do' uh | |
| We be venting unrelenting too cold uh | |
| Fuck a white collar, sucker can't do me nada | |
| Been in a lotta situations made it hotter | |
| Homie but we gotta live it gotta follow | |
| Give it then I get it, spit it make it proper | |
| It's alright, plus my mic sound nice | |
| Flip it, be specific, them yell dice | |
| We fly on a gamble, try learn to handle | |
| Ways that the days of life fade to candle | |
| And flicker, sicker, black when the cut back | |
| 'Fore we lose track of where we at... | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson, Gaines | |
| I' ll take a runaway train from the reigns of shame | |
| And focus things so my head don' t hear my brain | |
| It' s how I' m seeing keeping it even with balanced breathin | |
| When the Zion train come it' s the last one leavin | |
| I' ll be long gone, when I' m finally home | |
| Just relaxing from the action in the danger zone | |
| It' s my rest bit, catching my breath before I exit | |
| Return to the Earth, be on some next shit, bless this! | |
| Chorus: | |
| One time, maintain shine, chains can' t bind, free your mind! | |
| Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla | |
| Aiyyo one time, maintain shine, chains can' t bind, free your mind! | |
| Lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla, lemme holla | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Scolding sill, mellow ice grill, people keep on telling me to chill | |
| But I know it only poetry can feel | |
| With emotions that I mostly need to heal | |
| It' s all part feeling, strong whip black children | |
| March through the streets with a million | |
| Dealing with injurious, just us against us | |
| We must bust back until they vanquished | |
| Attack, pull over fool this is a jack | |
| Now gimme back the fad and my bamma weed sack | |
| My culture, every day I' m getting closer | |
| Living it up like I' m supposed ta | |
| Who the king ruling this? Jah!! | |
| Jah the light' ll never miss ya | |
| One of these days I' m gonna kiss ya | |
| Touch you with my lips against the cheek | |
| Gonna hit ya, so every day I' m reading scripture | |
| One day! | |
| Chorus | |
| Holla holla! holla holla! x4 | |
| Let' s get steady the beat get ' eavy | |
| When this hit you better get ready | |
| Barricade your brain the fallout to deadly | |
| Runaway for the ' ad the Serengeti | |
| The good that you speak no speak of the smelly | |
| Stink like meat gone bad brother tell me | |
| Why you never want to call Jah from the celly? | |
| Why you wanna never call Jah from the celly yo? | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Maybe gold, when I unload, make an ego explode uh | |
| They be gone soon' s I enter in the do' uh | |
| We be venting unrelenting too cold uh | |
| Fuck a white collar, sucker can' t do me nada | |
| Been in a lotta situations made it hotter | |
| Homie but we gotta live it gotta follow | |
| Give it then I get it, spit it make it proper | |
| It' s alright, plus my mic sound nice | |
| Flip it, be specific, them yell dice | |
| We fly on a gamble, try learn to handle | |
| Ways that the days of life fade to candle | |
| And flicker, sicker, black when the cut back | |
| ' Fore we lose track of where we at... | |
| Chorus x2 |