life is a mystery in all shapes, sizes and angles from crop circles to Bermuda triangles the fate of the world is shaky like bike handles in the final hour, even some demons die angels what’s true is true isn’t what you think it is when the real world is a bad dream like incubus triple X, triple Z, it’s the same damn thing you get fu**ed if your eyes are closed when the alarm rings
sing, passin’ the mic back and forth, forth and back broke emcees, choke emcees who can’t afford to rap or choose to stay hungry, imma stay hungry free-fall, bounce back like it was a bungee I snap back like a slingshot bring hotness, yes, no stress cleanin’ up this mess in this hiphop-ness I found my niche let that b**ch breathe
remember rap when it used to be fun as hell? remember rap like it was with Big Pun and L? remember rap when it used to be fun as hell? remember rap like it was with Big Pun and L? remember rap when it used to be fun as hell? remember rap like it was with Big Pun and L? remember rap when it used to be fun as hell? remember rap like it was with Big Pun and L?
who cares about East or West or the dirty South when you’ve got no diamonds in your dirty mouth? it’s a burning house, hip hop goin’ poof no wonder everybody wants to raise the roof I see proof everyday that seekin’ heaven is bleak I see proof everyday like Eminem in his sleep the devil is deep water, kid, and nobody is stoppin’ ya slip a toe in, in you go like slavia
silly rap sessions, thoughtless wordplay hip hop nerds stay poem sketchin’ a coloring book for the philosophers I lost a verse, and this is its half-assed rendition I spit rhymes just to pass the time and if life is just a brainstorm, then I’m a mastermind always last in line, cause I don’t care enough but when my time comes, best believe that I tear shit up
this is for you kids who don’t wanna be a businessman this is for you kids who don’t have a damn business plan this is for you kids who don’t wanna be a businessman this is for you kids who don’t have a damn business plan
let me see two in the sky, guy, one for the living stay fly, high, one for the music in ‘I’ two for the good life keep the champagne sittin’ in the freezer on the block of that cool ice stay nice, eskimo cool flow I say why you gotta be testin’ a dude yo? stop guessin’ at clues, you’ll be destined to lose yeah we fresh when we move and we blessed in the boothTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
