Lyrics:
friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the set
Comin' from a nice home now livin' in the projects
No
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
hot
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm
Beware of those who only aware of what they wear
I draw stares in a different manner
No phone bills, this a different chatter
Bars from the Spirit
killers patrolling me
I let the opps slide all those easy passes in the state took a toll on me
But cool next time they come around we taxing
Don't question
grind if you don’t
I’m leaving for the next weekend
Hey, the next evening, I’ll be here emceeing
I’ll be here doing the thing
Everybody knows I’ve got
the right direction
There’s only one way that’s my selection
Everyone in here finessing
But I been flexing
What’s inside and who’s connecting
Find
To ideas of beauty, that come from someone
I don't know, I've never been where I don't go
I'm only Human so I fear what I don't know
Camera zoom in, it's
inches and stepped off the half ounce I was standing on
My regular customer and I were out by the gas pump smoking a joint at three in the morning
From
a real MC
Though my sounds are Soul Sonic
As I rip with Force
I'm Kool like Herc and in a Flash I go off
I rock steady like Eddie Cheba
Sweeter for me
cool when a job is done
Jump, pop Champagne 'til the morning come
Shots from the watergun
To salute the sun
Jump, jump in the pool when you got it
bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one
supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we
killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your
The heat is so intense
Earthmen have no defence
Against Tomorrow's Girls
In the cool of the evening
In the last light of the triple sun
I wait by
perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stoppin' in there
From the black side all the way
A thunderstorm
A cool intoxication when the evening’s warm
A mind-bending trip saved by a wise unicorn
Falling into place is a space in your heart that you’ve
the way, I'ma possibly own Monopoly
And all McDonald's property 'cause I won't live in poverty like
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your
a police-man
His mother stayed home, raising the kid
He never was the star of his school,
He always played by his own rule
Don't sell your soul just being cool
if they have to
Put you in the dirt people
That’s where I come from
Nigga Hazelwood and Dexter
Went to Brady, just a baby
Lowercase 7th letter foreal
and all these bitches bout to follow
Got connects I'm cool with the narcos
Wasn't really with me and that shit showed
Guess I should have knew that from
back when you drunk in the club
Come to your girls and get you to keep you from shhh
The ones that will always be behind you
When you get that big head
the feds in the room
Girl come here this my work out room
Let me pull on yo hair i call this a groom
Gotta strap up not trying to wife you
I come from
the rules
Oya check time
As you enter
I don’t mind if you pull up in a rental
As you don enter
It’s now or never
You and your babe
Come and burst it in
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