Lyrics:
In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line
Despised the notion of just
you try to project on yourself
The only real question when you stand before your master is how did you love your beloved?
Your neighbor
Your own soul
straight up hate one thing, and that's real men
So the hopes for each new genesis
Is to become way more fragile and unstable
So when a beast breaks
but they confusing our love as just hatin'
I tell you the truth, keeping it real
My conviction is more than the way that I feel
It's proven by facts,
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Aye
Yea
I gotta do this by myself
Yea
No one else
I appreciate your help but
I gotta do this by myself
If I fall get up wipe it off dust on the shelf
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news
jumpin' around, Here's some finger snaps, said uh..
If you still don't get it man, Forget it,
By the time you accept us we'll be makin a new record,
It's
Hip-hop is the fave we been diggin' it for years
Funk, rhythm psychedelic money
Studied my lessons got vision 20/20
Check out the glow they need it
and ruled by data
Authenticity is being replaced by replication
You will always be real for me
Within my body, you are Real
above
These are the demons wearing skins, sinning, taking kids
Chasing states for years, creating fear, fake for real
Touching minds like touching mimes,
who's real and gives you love
You'll see that in time the newsreel with immigrants might come to leave you passive
Where you feel nothing but calm
Calm
holding up
Acting like numbers keep switching up
Always tryina' keep it real enough
Money dreams and the golden dust
Get the cream, I just know that much
core is a writhing assembly of
Wormlike divinements and pus
His mind is untimely
A nova
Of stings
And of stomas delivered
By hags in the crush
Flyblown
In the days when Rosie beckoned girls to join assembly lines
A mixture simply named "Undark" made wristwatch faces' shine
And women with
yeah he is a classic
Made by hand - not made for the masses
Solid wood not made of plastic
Big dick nigga it jurassic
Over here the latest model
running bases
Crack your dome like antique vases
Go for the throne you be complacent
Never have to ask to receive my praises
Tryna get a new look, turning
running bases
Crack your dome like antique vases
Go for the throne you be complacent
Never have to ask to receive my praises
Tryna get a new look, turning
found it, though
Because this love is so non-desirable, oh
I'm from where too many lives twenty-five years or fewer
Nothing we receive is brand new
Dust, dust, dust
Dust, dust, dust
This peacefulness I feel brought to you by a thousand stars a-shinin'
Clean sheets and a meal, and my thoughts, they
of a surging mob
Then gliding over walls to get distant
A trail of leaves kicked up in its rhythm
We took leave under lights in the prison
Left for a new day's
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
and sour
Never be free
I used to dream of running away
No direction, one with the waves
Dust in the air and salt in my chest
The rhythm of oars beat holes in
got a lot of wit
The rhymes that I say are the ultimate
And the way out anywhere is called an exit
A real short play is called a skit
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