Whooshing versuri
Docaos feat. Isaac Zion
Whooshing lyrics by Docaos feat. Isaac Zion
Step by step
I’m here to confuse, right?
Right thurr
Flying high like Dumont
Watch my back, dude
My mind is cursed
How can I feel „ok”
When somebody smite the herd? (herd)
Shaking the buck wild
Rappin the punk style
My flow is tuned
Running a million miles
We keep playing now
Splashing your ears down
Ruling the streets, from São Paulo’s underground
The difference between you and me, is not hard to see
I watch your evil deeds
Your foolish beliefs
Mind-opening black sheep since 99
My god-damn last word you will testify
Some kind of real feeling inside you
Don’t let your heart fall, make your mind bulletproof
Original Rude Boy Style Station
„I leave mics torn when I put it on”
I stand
In the middle of the Whooshing
Gimme the bassdrop
Nobody can stop
Moving, let yourself grooving
That’s the thing
Bring your fears to the ring
Bring your fears to the ring
Once again I show capacity
Free from all negativity
That’s the overview, and it goes like this
Mind-opening black sheep since 99
My god-damn last word you will testify
Some kind of real feeling inside you
Don’t let your heart fall, make your mind bulletproof
Original Rude Boy Style Station
„I leave mics torn when I put it on”
Just like this
In the Ghetto, rude boy sensation
Power to the people inside the isolation
In the middle of the whooshing
Light on fire the racism and system
Everybody drains you, nobody listen
Eu sinto bater o coração
Mais forte, na direção que eu sigo
A vida é tão linda
Pra que deixar
Desperdiçar é olhar pra trás
Sem aprender onde errou
Eu ouço vozes a me dizer
Que não dá mais
O tempo acabou
O tempo acabou
Jump high with me
Fight with me
Even if you’re not ready
Just do it for me
Jump high with me
Fight with me
O tempo acabou
Mind-opening black sheep since 99
My god-damn last word you will testify
Some kind of real feeling inside you
Don’t let your heart fall, make your mind bulletproof
Original Rude Boy Style Station
„I leave mics torn when I put it on”
Não dá mais, o tempo acabou
Jump high with me
Fight with me
Even if you’re not ready
I stand in the middle of the whooshing
In the middle of the whooshing
