Wooord You know they got a whole tot of different words for my music Tryna explain it, tryna get into the science and stuff Word Up! To me its simple than that, You know what I mean? One phrase at a time, I amaze you Even if its gonna take a couple of days, Imma blaze you Blow softly like the winter but summer raised you You tryna get your hands up and follow Rhesus Im just tryna be right, try not to be deuce And the evil in my life, Im tryna reduce I cant fail so God, Im really tryna read you But theres so many books, Im really tryna see you As I sip a litle wine Just a litle dizzy but Im really really fine Brothers do tracks for a video so I cant really shine Everyday I go to work, I dont have the time I make beats for the Black Label Some kind of vision replays in my mind I save the frequency replacing my rhymes with delicacy Affecting my ministry My stuff be from the core, F the hardcore man What you conversating for? Lyrical 4x4 sliding through Plus they know my science true Like a different taste, Avocado juice I understand this is something crazy for the common dudes But this is 2012 and we piling News The Bad ones and the Sad ones Good people aint here no more, It aint safe no more I wish I could take a trip to the great Togo And figure out for what it is with my ancestors I used to talk to them, they like my grand sisters They said Word, You was raised like a grand builder Nah Dee, You will turn into a Zombie In this game they follow Aleister Crowley I gotta confess Im infected wit a sickness Call it what you want, I call it Hip Hop Call It What U Want x3 You can Call it what You want The vibe went away, Im tryna follow it and fly away Let us bring it back so Babi City be erect Pretty litle toy soldiers open their mouths And be talking with the official grinder of the circus So this time Dumbo wont go away Man in black flashing, Dissident with intend Got them eyes opened, You think its hard to keep it coming Got their minds smoking I got it now, they tryna mess with mine Check the Masterpiece status Start Respecting Mine Making money incognito, We keep it in the Fam like the greeks Im the boy Carlito. Scripted in the Flesh a long time ago If its not Crystal, Its a bottle of Black Im tryna love Cristelle, send her back to the block Associate my sound with the excellence of blackness On this track Im Patrice Lumumba A wall in the paint, Im Dikembe Mutombo Looking for a bundle, wifey and a condo But too big to enter through the front door Also magician, ancient egyptian Walking in the dark with a light spot on me Started out in the park shouting Whats Hot Homie Casting out spirits like Spock Homie Call It What U Want x3 You can Call it what You want
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