I taste the bitter And the sweet Sweet and the bitter Number one draft pick Metaphysic flow spitter Sip my elixir strong like pop liquor Drink from my flask, kick back till it hits ya Hiccup, excused we sipping Jah brew Got me so high, hardly know what to do Been waiting yall, glad you finally came through Celebration of yaself, family and friends too Crew who said its taboo, for me to show my feelings Dont you know Im loving you? Capiche, release stress at the doormat Fresh with the raw rap collapsin your format Backspin again, Jah wait for waste line ??? Why hate and waste time, bounce with the bass line Follow, to sunsets and tomorrow, why rappers dont never Understand they role models, sit with the bottle Let it get hollow, bet it get sweaty bout to spit my motto Holler back, if yall call then you got the nac Im asking all of my people, where ya loving at? [Hook Goapele] So dont fight the feeling When we got it right here We aint going nowhere Open your mind When we got it right here We aint going nowhere I shot the tribe death, Judah Twelve when I delve Deep into your mind Praise Jah know yaself Wealth is a state in The mental debate Its all in the fate Plant seeds then you wait Be patient, banquets of glorious abound When the ancient art of livings laid down Kings sport ya crown, queens sport ya crown Jah brings light, now the cipher goes round We build, chill, party, act ill Then we back to the lab for some more battle drills Skills thats for real, failness is kill, houseless is lost In the blizzards of their mills, still I will rise higher My ancestors let my soul catch fire And serve as a beacon, for lost souls seeking A candle per say like in a dark day We reaching sky high, help me get by Sometimes I need a boost, so I touch the lye Dont fight the feeling, when I write Revealing Im a light the mic, with hype Mics your fiending for [Hook] PoPo copper Skinny, rap tinted proper Drop funk like a sock in ya gym locker Pop collars, I rocks impalas Meet me at the beach, money rain dollars Rhyme scholars, the green and the MP I plan to be out like Marcus Garvey See we dont, trip on ya sizzle, cocaine and pistols Boy thats a issue or two, you can t see thru the lies Control the mind, lord knows Im trying Resign, flip manuscripts Its amp live with the beat And boom tick [Hook
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