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Maxi Jazz
Maxi Jazz
Stimme und Gesang
Dido
Dido
Begleitgesang
Paulie
Paulie
Gitarre
Aubrey Nunn
Aubrey Nunn
Bassgitarre
Rollo Armstrong
Rollo Armstrong
Programmierung
MATHEW WILLIAM BENBROOK
MATHEW WILLIAM BENBROOK
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Winston Riley
Winston Riley
Komponist:in
Maxwell Fraser
Maxwell Fraser
Komponist:in
Rollo Armstrong
Rollo Armstrong
Komponist:in
Ayalah Bentovim
Ayalah Bentovim
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rollo Armstrong
Rollo Armstrong
Produzent:in
Sister Bliss
Sister Bliss
Produzent:in
Goetz
Goetz
Mischtechniker:in
Nick Kirkland
Nick Kirkland
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ibi Tijani
Ibi Tijani
Ingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My name is Maxi Jazz and I ain't no joke
I make you choke on the mic when I go for broke
When I come into a jam, I tear off my shirt
I have no knowledge of fear, 'cause I'm here to do work
[Verse 2]
(Kiss me neck)
Uh (Kiss me neck)
Yeah
(Kiss me neck)
[Verse 3]
Watch me ride
Take my words and the bass
Taste and then swallow me
You're chasing the devil 'cause you're level if you follow me
For quality, and I make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology
'Cause this is like a modern day hymn for the new church
I search for the truth, I got a hole in my tooth
I'm uncouth, yes sir
I'm from a street university
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity
And I would find the easy way out of a hard time
Petty crimes, sometime but now I'm inclined to find
A fresh direction, kiss me neck
Check out the funky section
'Cause this is the part where I start to rip up words
A comfort coming straight from my heart
I'm not a mystic, my views are realistic
Simplistic, one special brew, I get pissed quick
And get sick so I don't do it no more
I won't find peace of mind rolling around the floor
The point I want to make is you can never escape from your fate
The mistake is to take without giving
From within, you wanna know how I'm living
I'm cool, I'm looking after myself
And I could never place wealth before my spirit
I feel it's unhealthy, the devil creep around you, so stealthy, stealthy
'Til you get bold, rush the gold
And before you're much older, your soul is sold
Where's it gettin' ya?
Competition starts sweatin' ya
Gold-diggers setting you up, soon be forgetting your existence
Do you need a for instance?
I have to admire your persistence
In sticking to a game plan
That brings you pain, man
And at the end of the day, nothing is gained
So listen to the voice within, huh, I'll see ya later
Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator
Uh, yeah
[Verse 4]
Quiet, still, you feel there's nothing going on
Until you realize the space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
As your thoughts cease and pleasure grows in your soul
I ain't a Christian, sometimes I feel like dissin' 'em
But listen, I'm just tryin' to tell you, what I know
If you would once relax, chill to the max
These words on wax would cause sweet bells to ring in your soul
If I say God is alive, I know you'd wanna know why
Babies die, food don't grow, why
Trains smash, planes crash
Situation mash and slam bam your fellow man
Money's in fashion, huh, it ain't rational
Because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet
And it's wealth, deep inside your soul, he left a piece of himself, huh
The Lord is in here, his voice is small
You keep lying and trying, denying the call from inside
You can't hide responsibility
So decide from today just how it's gonna be
Thou shalt have no other God but me
He can set you free, see
But you have to listen
And who's that false idol I see you kissin'?
Money, success and untold wealth
Good health and all you have to do is love yourself
It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack
So just chill and get off the racetrack
And take a pace back, face facts, it's your decision
You don't need eyes to see, you need vision
Continued to view the Lord as being separated
And you're living a lie that's been perpetrated
For many centuries, I wanna mention these facts in my rap
Uh, I don't sing
But I wanna share the peace that it bring
My name is G.O.D., the Grand Oral Disseminator
Written by: Ayalah Bentovim, Maxwell Fraser, Rollo Armstrong, Winston Riley
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