saw the sun rise, then the green grew Weaving through the concrete cracks that we cling to As long as I can hit my notes, I'm a Try to keep up with my
saw the sun rise, then the green grew Weaving through the concrete cracks that we cling to As long as I can hit my notes, I'ma Try to keep up with my
Staring down the boulevard Crescent heights the city lights the way To another wasted day Shiny cars and shooting stars California dreaming in my ear
Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My
a jammed knee cap Make the healthy get sick And your fam handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack Your school, home, your bitch house Pull my nine
I won?t let this die. I know I?ve got a friend up in the atmosphere, and another reason not to fear the sky; no, not tonight. I wrote this note,
, but I won?t let this die. I know I?ve got a friend up in the atmosphere, and another reason not to fear the sky; no, not tonight. I wrote this note
up the atmosphere With the sound of Davy D and Sweet Tee with the rap You're guaranteed fun, don't worry about that Cos I play no games, my raps are serious
a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my
atmosphere, my rocket shop boy. You say there's a finish line, but you're already beat 'cause you're living on your knees. Rocket boy, my only son, you
keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid my teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than
of war, plannin a siege is risky Like an armed struggle, shots flingin doubles and they missed me Cause I'm immune to tight situations Manuverin is my
There?s a dead man in my bed, she said And though he keeps on taking notes I swear this ain?t some kind of hoax Dead man in my bed Now she?s in
Here I am, a stolen note, simple paragraph from the book you wrote Take your time, I leave today, if I forget my line, won't matter anyway Cause in my
[VERSE 1] Lord Finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin That wack
ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is "because" No yin to my yang, it's a black thing Used
life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover