un-American way but I must maintain Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what's been gained? [Verse 3:] So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes My mind
open my slanty eyes to this place called earth I contemplate how music has lost artistic worth And I'm shrivled up in my niche like the scrotum when
joke! all in my ear through the phone That's my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I'm stoned So I'm torn but I know where my heart is But the temptress
we'd get down I'd take the lead, and no doubt you'd wear the crown The one I'd serve, cause she feels my vibe Supports my wings, till the day that we
mind Spirit and soul with every rhyme I unfold And hold my head low and stay humble Cause who knows what piece tomorrow will bring to the puzzle I huddle my
and let my physical move To these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood Flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality Addicted to vinyl and my
pick up a pen and express Rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest While some thought I should stop wasting my breath Dent on confidence I put my
of my crib followed by the door Meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor, I'm seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect My boys
enough to motivate us to bust [Verse 1:] But I'll, avoid the buff by all means necessary Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary And cops work the beat so my
a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin Music's my transportation my tank is full My alter ego's on production providing the fuel My school of thought
