Lyrics:
school
to the times when the single file lines was the rule
to the days that we had to study all the maps
the days we were kiddin not to take the kid naps
like I'm
Federer
Ahead of my time
Line after line
Get better like fine wine
90s like 9 dimes
Deon I'm primetime
Sign decline why
The city is
was made of quartz
Open Windows
Seal within those
Line up in twin rows
Listen to the discos
The king chose
Open Windows
Open Windows
Seal within those
like I’m
Federer
Ahead of my time
Line after line
Get better like fine wine
90s like 9 dimes
Deon I’m primetime
Sign decline why
The city is
sleeping or I'm dreaming all my visions explicit
All the things that I said I did
All my G's demma represent
All my genes intact like the bees in the trap
of bees
Walk on the concrete in the dead heat, some deceit
Now you love the beat, no receipt please
Race right home, got a lot more lines to write
Is this Glvck?
Yea, yeah, that's on my life
That's on my, that's on
I'm taxin' for my lines, you gon' pay that price, yeah
But if you can't pay that
need me some bodyguards
No touching
Niggas they waiting in line for defeat
I'mma drop em like dominos
Triiiiii
Niggas they live on some dummy luck
Then
Is this Glvck?
Yea, yeah, that's on my life
That's on my, that's on-
I'm taxin' for my lines, you gon' pay that price, yeah
But if you can't pay that
cut, no fluff
Wish I could say hocus pocus
With the bees and pollen in focus
So the food we need isn't bogus
Fake feedings, race leading to death
for thought
Now out the soup du jour for you and yours
Might find sushi for your soul, we call that moving raw
Lions won't cross the line
Cougars
Chauvin (yeah)
No cap, still riding with Colin
Though some people don't like me at all and (yeah)
Some are like bees to flowers (why)
'Cause some people
light up or leave me alone
Spending my bread like it grew on a tree
You're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees
The skirt that you're
so hard I make these niggas hate summer
And pray for winter but when it's winter time
I'm still waitin' on these niggas at the finish line
We just
When the wind whispers to me
From somewhere behind the trees
And it tells me crazy things
Like my head is full of bees
And at night they hum for
Full moon risin' over Atlanta
And I'm fourteen stories high
Lookin' down on a street full of people
Just like bees in a hive
Lord sometimes I
Let's forget about the reasons why we cannot sleep
And focus on the fun over realities
We can open up the window and sing with the bees
Yeah,
Better read the "Art Of War"
Before crossing my lines
You better read the "Art Of War"
Before crossing my lines
[Shyheim]
It ain't over till we even,
I
Thriller
Got access to teargas, bombs and rocket launchers
Flow like dope, killer bees is what I sponsor
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare
Now I'm gone with tide
You can pick up if you'd like
Because while they're doing lines
Baby we just came to vibe
And to make a little eyes
Got
fiber
Bricked, dips, blicks, big, brighter
Bees in a trap? No, bees in a hive
Gee is for Geezus, Gs and a nine
Oh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyes
I love you, would you please hold the line?
I go to the altar, and I wait for a sign
The car won't charge, my phone's outta gas
The gulfs on fire, its
me?
You got a plan and i know that you ain't telling me
Its U and I leaves the exes for the spelling bees
Why the fuck you selling these?
This is
shirts and lift em up, huh
Lemme see your ass baby back it up, huh
My soldiers on the front line actin up, huh
Lemme see your guns, what throw em up, huh
.png/300px-The_Bees_(2011).png "The Bees")
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