Michael Franti & Spearhead Chocolate Supa Highway Lyrics


Rock rock y’all Spearheads comes alive

on the eve of 2 triple O


no jive we be survivin’

singin’ praises to jah

every time we throw down and every time we puff La

Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way

on the chocolate supa highway!!!

Late last year

some of ya mighta had fear, that the Spearhead crew

would never be back through your way, no way

we naw go out like that, becaouse we livin’ for the riddim

and the funk is always fat so

we bring fat beats like a gift for Xmas

I’ll make you testify just like an O.J Simpson witness

our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming

so like the price is right come on down, make a little wish

but excuse me while I light my spliff and make some noise

if you think the herbs a gift. Hoooo!!


Check it I’m descending back into this record

the heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic

shootin’ funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors

not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya

’cause I can’t stand the pain outside my window

why ya think so many smokin’ indo blunts

sippin’ gin and juice for confidence

blowin’ more la than Jackie Chan be doin’ stunts

the Buddah elevates the stress off the chest

but could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks

flex like flash when they try to pull me under

but like the lightnin’ I’ll be there before the thunder


Yes I remember the time in Oklahoma

you tried to blame an Arab

but the whitey was the bomber

you be jumpin’ to conclusions

I think you spent your whole life

watchin’ cable in seclusion

illusions ’bout what’s outside your door

one nigga two nigga three nigga four

robbing every house and every liquor store

run for your life we marchin’ one million more

Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers

you can roll your own in September from our harvest

big up yourself… when life comes gets the hardest

Spearheads comin’ straight from the cartridge