lyrics
If you ever wanna do what I do,
Find a crew as fly as my crew
Make sure their jams are fly too.
Speak your mind, tweak your rhymes,
Repeat your lines, refine the kind that's asinine
You must have patience to wait in the hesitating Statement of fate, undecided.
The bait ate provided by the late great
Riding out the gates flying to make haste
Trying to forsake my rhymes would be straight fake
I'm:
Death-defying, breadth-of-a-lion, Aztec/Mayan
Building empires and pyramids high in the sky
and then
I'll get buyers and hear their bids
They're fighting and crying over my lightning lines
Purer hits you're unlikely to find.
I'm futuristically-minded, twistedly-blinded
By the blissfully blister-free grinding of my mental machinery
(that's with what I'm taking in the scenery),
Expand and enhance the dance with greenery
But in the dreamery, for me, is where it all takes place.
I embrace the pace of tectonic plates as innate.
Take in the space, because that's where nature takes its breaks,
The facts of nature even making stacks of paper fake,
Heavier than paper-weights when we take breaks
and make tracks with smoothness, for the down and the clueless.
Enlighten like Buddhists with the newest undiluted message for students, so use it...
If you wanna do this.
If you ever wanna do what I do,
Find a crew as fly as my crew
Make sure their jams are fly too.
Speak your mind, tweak your rhymes,
Repeat your lines, refine the kind that's asinine
Its
Chill if you try this
I'm ill as a virus
Got a weapon-like quill and I'm killing papyrus\
Spilling like blood-flow, relax the iris, you're done for
Attacks on the mindless, its time that the sun show
Shine through your cranial cavity maybe depravity
actually be half of sanity I'm passively asking me,
If I can ignore the gravity of my position I'm wishing I could but I can't.
My role supplants the official man who stands to lead the chants
But he's no longer needed:
My lyrical incantations making spiritual freedom.
Me and Chill lead 'em high above, teach a higher love
Shatter laws of Physics like a hammer breaks a tile-tub
Fire up, buy a dub, light it up, sign us up
as a schedule one
You'll be high when I'm done
My mouth run constantly like Michael Johnson be,
so follow me if "emcee" is what you wanna be.
If you ever wanna do what I do,
Find a crew as fly as my crew
Make sure their jams are fly too.
Speak your mind, tweak your rhymes,
Repeat your lines, refine the kind that's asinine
credits
from
In The Trunk,
released April 2, 2011
Oweli
Produced by Mister Jay
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