Lyrics

Oooh, oooh Mic check, mic check Mic check, mic check, check Deep inside I collide with my golden child Feel the vibe, let it ride, I just show the style Forget the cleverness, watch your man severe this Breakin down the edifice and titan in my measurements Lightning moves for a nemesis that fire thief Meet this Pro with the flow that tend to fly beneath Oh behold how they sold they soul just to try to reach Try and blow up like they writin Oppenheimer speech This ain't black and white and there ain't nothing objective Use to be on my killer shit and now I'm tryna let live Perspective bring the grace out, I just got the pace down This the way we rock it from the Deep Gap to the Cape Town Think I had a break down so I had to build up I been tryna stack the foundation, ain't nothin realer Lookin out the villa, see this village raised a villain I'm just in this high country raisin up these children Skill saw wood chopper, I wish you would proper Apparently a parent lookin like a helicopter Hella locker room when I rock a broom and sweep em all out Only one rule around here and that's to ball out If that radio get active for me watch the fall out I been doing my thing and now I'm lookin out to y'all now And I been lookin out to y'all now Oooh like a lullaby, oooh like a summer high Oooh like a thunder sky, oooh like a tumble try Oooh like I wonder why, oooh like I'm numb inside Oooh like the sun arrived, oooh watch it come alive, oooh We make it smooth but it's a rough rugged process For 20 years I been spittin out this nonsense What's the contents when y'all just read the chapter notes And on y'all punchlines they wonderin where the laughter goes We seen so many folks that blow up and go Hollywood That's why nobody feelin you unless the Molly good How many schollies could you hold until they honor you I'll be rockin mics until I'm old as Phil Donahue The kind of view I like is lookin for the future All inside the present and just cookin how I suture My string theories really been--been had me laced up Ten toes, zen flows I told em turn the bass up Yeah from the waist up, we been had curved vertebrae And if you can't relate well I suggest you turn away Or maybe turn into, or maybe learn a few new tricks Cuz I been tryna get back in the mix Y'all could eat a bag dicks if you think that I'ma stop the shit I ain't makin music for any type of acknowledgement I gotta do the shit, it's really how I breathe fam The King of Garbage out here rocking with the Shreveman I lose my way on the stage and Oooh I stare at y'all But I feel the Oooh--yeah and then I find my where with all Oooh like a good play, oooh like a good day Oooh like some good sex, oooh like a good rest Oooh like a lullaby, oooh like a summer high Oooh like a thunder sky, oooh like a tumble try Oooh like I wonder why, oooh like I'm numb inside Oooh like the sun arrived, oooh watch it come alive Oooh, oooh You know sometimes you just gotta Kinda let it go right, and like go there You know you can't always just play it cool You know, you just gotta like Oooh
Writer(s): Christopher Shreve Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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