WIM(What Is Music)? ft. Satyango Lyrics

Iyee oh huuuu ye

To some people you be sound sound

To some people you be rhythm and blues and jazz

Heaven and earth shall pass away

Every other thing but you you

Do you know you know

You make me feel like I

You make me feel like I don use juju when I nur use juju

What is music, spiritual music

Do you ouuuuuuu huuuu you know know know Know know say I nur use juju

Them Dey think say I Dey use juju

Music for me is the truth,music for me is life

Music for me is the reason I never thought taking a life is right

Music is not just symbols,music for me is signs

Difference between life and death,music for me is the lines

Everybody is going to leave someday but music and I we're together still

That's why I'm not really talking to people cus music to me is my therapy

How can I only say endsars when this niggas still my folks gee

So music for me is a way of expression and not just some rhythm and flows shit

Music for me is school that's why I didn't like no teachers

Music for me is say no more my voice sound better on speakers

To Tell you the truth some of you rappers this is why u is a mess

This is a game to you bro no music is no ps or chess

Do you know you know

You make me feel like I

You make me feel like I don use juju when I nur use juju

What is music, spiritual music

Do you ouuuuuuu huuuu you know know know Know know say I nur use juju

Them Dey think say I Dey use juju

Always depressed by critical past but now I'm kinda relaxed

The fact is imma die someday bro that's just a hell of a fact

I'm never here at the back of the camera call it freestyle while I'm telling you trash

You chasing the money l,I'm chasing my passion, I don't relent in increasing my craft

I'll tell you the secret, freestyle in the night and freestyle in the morning

The good lord is gonna come back soon,the churches are warning

I'm gonna be honest, they think that I'm crazy it's kinda beyond it

To Tell you the truth when niggas keep it on zero I keep it a hundred

Talk about God with your mouth so sharpened up like a cutlass

Born and raised in a black continent where black men judge blacks

All my dumb niggas now getting long money yeah call it dumb fact

You hating on me but you don't wanna die so you keeping it cool when we cross paths