The place lays phased like a warrior slayed. Engraved into the space with his sword still raised. Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways. Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways.
Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion,. Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion,. . Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion,.
Midnight guitar strumming, being one with the moon.. Laying down my lyrics, near a lovely lagoon,. With a bucket of shrooms, and a staffy to pat.. Mans best friend, yeah I'm happy with that..
I was born in the 80's with that summer time love. Then changed the whole game like what have I done. At the gutter I come to touch the bright sun. And from the highest heights.
Man I venture to find. life's adventure is mine. Enter the mind of the lemon on the assembly line. With the heart of a lifesaver swimmer. When I'm pounding through the arctic it's the ice breaker skipper.
When I wake up!. When I wake in the morning, I smile to myself like I'm thankin' God. And, no more folks like, "Jonathan, when you gonna grow up and get a job?".
"If I wasn't nice, motherfucker I wouldn't be here" - Redman (Repeat 4x). . I'm rough, when the going gets tough I never give up. If you survive where we grew up, then that was luck.
[Lord Finesse]. It's Lord Finesse the rhyme vet. Like Bigge I'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet. I bring the noise like static I cause havoc.
Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin' at all. Anythang is plenty man. Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin' at all. Anythang is plenty man.
At night.. (yeahhh!). At night.. (talkin bout - all that shit). At night.. (better not go to sleep nigga). At night.. (yeah! I see you nigga). . [Daz].
Intro: (The Game). WESTCOAST. So all about survivin, nigga. Westcoast. California iz on. Black Wall Street. DPGC. U niggaz know who it iz. Compton & Long Beach, bacc together again.
[Dat Nigga Daz]. Yeahhhah! Straight up... nine... five.... Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz. Creepin and crawlin through yo' hood. Smokin, loc'in... provokin punk motherfuckers like good stuff.
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs. (Rage). Rock on, wit' cha bad self. . I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs. (Rage). Rock on, wit' cha bad self.
You're more real than the wind in my lungs. You're more real than the ground I'm standing on. . You're thoughts define me, you're inside me. You're my reality.
I've got scars on my face. And they are the traces. Of my adolescence wrestling with graces. But beauty would never be mine. It's never still long enough to define it.
Yeah. One, two. One, two. One, two. . One, two. Yeah. . Mic check. Mic check. . One, two. One, two. Yeah. . Strictly for the sake of my own amusement.
Truth is something we may never know. Someday we'll be free and take control. . Wake your mind up, you feel the earth spinnin?. You heard your voice was insignificant, I heard different.
I know you gonna think I'm crazy. Just a foolish girl. But I believe just maybe. A heart, a heart can save the world.. . A heart, a heart, a heart can save the world.
[Intro: Big Narstie]. Bass. Man is on auto (Gas). Gyal is on auto (Gas, base). Man is on auto (Gas). Gyal is on auto (Gas, base). Auto (Gas). Auto (Gas).
You know I'm like a hop, skip and jump from slappin' you senseless. Perverted monk on this mic, you feel the sentence. Hot vernacular scorch just like incense.