Lyrics:
yo bread
You da King of Bethel nobody said
After this yo career hangs by a thread
You ain’t a rapper, boy you is Fred
Act just like him, just your hair
Okay why me my dear music
Why me (why) why me (why) lyonse ndaipusha okay why me (Ine)
Why me (why) okay why mu music ama chance yaisa they pass by
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that I was going back like Mason Bethel
Naw, I'm going back like Jacob going back to Bethel
Back to the oil, back to my home
And back to the pillows made
Dear music you was there when I was hungry and homeless
You had my back when I was alone and no one showed me the roads
Remember beating on that
breeze or the sunshine on your knees!
Red tide, come, light the night
Let me sleep by your side
Lull me to sleep, dear
The Spirit on the face of the deep
the time
All the visions of music
They're only mine
It's my way and my day
'Cause you know I slay
So I'll ask you to go away
Hey
Step by step
Don't need you
the visions of music
They're only mine
It's my way and my day
'Cause you know I slay
So I'll ask you to go away
Hey
Step by step
Don't need you now
Go ahead
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
the music)
If we never heard about the evils that those before us committed
Then how my dear, tell me now how my dear
Tell me now how now would we know?
What you think my pockets made of
Yeah the music's got me staying afloat
They assume it's this and that
But true say I'm getting this weight off
to sleep
Yea its hard for me to sleep
So I went and got a job
Got my first check
Hit the hood and copped soft
Stood in the bethel
Til I got the shit off
Grab
the music)
If we never heard about the evils that those before us committed
Then how my dear, tell me now how my dear
Tell me now how now would we know?
Steve O'Brien & HannaH Bethel
Steve O'Brien Music, BMI Hamywyn Music BMI
upon what I do today
Speeding and swerving on the highway
Living my life doing it my way
Rolling round in the Subaru
Making music with the crew
In
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
It's not a day that goes by
That I don't think 'bout you
(Dear Dilla) I keep my head to the sky
'Cause I know Phife's there too
(Dear Dilla) And when
smoke the bag
My engineer leak some of my music
I'ma smoke his ass (HOLY MOLY)
What's up, Arab?
"Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew" what the K said
"Objection in
the kitchen for Me
Falling down of tears from my eyes to my Bears
Like a fear but it's not a looking fear Understand
I started singing music but there's no one
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
the time
All the visions of music
They're only mine
It's my way and my day
'Cause you know I slay
So I'll ask you to go away
Hey
Step by step
Don't need you
this is the problem for every artist
Because an artist is a man who
Makes his living by playing
Whether he’s dancing, or painting
Or playing music
didn't you, dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are
didn't you, dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are
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