Lyrics:
lyric heavy, because that's how we wrote and played them.
Thom Fish 2003
The Songs (all written by Thom Fish and Martin Carolan)
Blue Skies (cre Only c
Telescopes on my kicks
My timing different see my seconds Feel like hours to them
Moving different cause our hours Aren't ours to spend
This is God's work
because they knew best
On self-righteous people- more like self-righteous specks
Compared to the righteousness God represents
Do you hear it? That's
rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by
My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind
Screaming, "Fuck your apology," 'cause it's more than that
I've been labeled a wannabe 'cause I'm rapping so consciously
And I'm lacking in modesty like
riches to team, by my next mic check
Plus you this artist sacred like Aztec
[Chorus:]
Like Beauty and the Beast
Martin and Gina
And of course Beyoncé and Jay-Z
But since God gives no man the power to turn or pause the hands of time
I would
concealing
We writing a classic
It's more than a feeling
We shaking the walls like it's our form of healing
I cannot recall the last time I made an appointment
I got a gat by the side like my man Big
Stand out on that song he did with me
You feelin the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money
up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
of success
Teachers said I wasn't uh, was wastin' time in her class
It was more like she was wastin' mine, I had them dimes on the Ave
Momma said I'd be dead,
family
We blessed by the all mighty God
Black folk we all that we got
Need less murder by the mob and more ha he he he he ha
My culture mean everything
alive
Now she's craving some more
The spark within her soul now
Is not like before
Her laughter's now a whisper
Her smile no longer proud
I hope you find
days
Who's gonna save me?
I'm barely out that stage where I hate me
And it so much more room to grow now
Feel like every poetically positive pronoun
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
how we let it all slip by
Tell me, can we try, baby, one more time?
Baby, baby, I miss you
I'm talkin' 'bout how I used to like it when you
You talk about me as if I'm not there
You don't even whisper 'cause you just don't care
I stand there and listen to my life go by
And at times I
Woo!, I'm making moves, yeah I'm making moves, How so?
I got a winning mindset, I ain't come to lose, Leggo!
Sometimes I feel like I'm by myself
Martin Luther King was a doctor too
But this more of Malcom Move
They aint see this coming, like a Crip that don't bang no more cuz we just came out
heard my name was poppin up in some shit too
wasn't no cool cans off googlin no more
it was either cry like a bitch or go sell it and score
my first
Over heads like Frederic Weis I’m Vince Carter
My pens sharper than getting hit by 6 archers
A sick author, your shit’s fragile I hit harder
She's beautiful
It's clear
I've thought things that have sealed my fate
To think in the first place is folly
By the time it's been done, it's too late
the Chinese cunt
but I'll take em with the weave hangin down to they butts
And if you step up in a large sum
Like Martin Luther King, I Shall Overcome
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