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My words soft spoken in poetic hieroglyphics
your diggin on my soul as Im diggin through your relics
keepin street music alive for our kids sake
let the beats pound hard till you come out with an ear ache
allow myself to introduce myself french toast the name and I drop knowledge like a bookshelf
travel through your brain make you insane like wormwood
always solitary undercover like a monks hood
im a hippy yippie green tea cuz im thirsty
hair on my chin and im rubbin on my belly
I know its hard to see cause im spittin prophecy
but from what my eyes see its time to dilute the potency
go ahead and take a whiff cause my words are rather fragrant your minds not clear like a window washin vagrant
take life in stride this is not a joyride when you feel that little sting that little sting is just pride
Hook>
hit me with music cause ill feel no pain
wit me with music cause I feel the drain
when you hit me with music Ill never complain
cause when you hit me with music thats when i start to feel sane.
hit me with music cause ill feel no pain
hit me with music cause im feelin rather strained
hit me with music soft and gental in my brain
cause without music i start to feel insane
Im sorta like skittles hard on the outside and squishy in the middle but im such a tasty vittle
F-R-EN-CH capital T alota emcees dont know how to deal with me cause they cant visualize this abstract poetry
thats why they got a hairy back and swing from tree to tree
french toast n not that im boastin keep you locked in a crockpot now you simmerin and roastin
slow cookin verbiage keep it fresher than a zip lock
try to keep it old school not cocky like a flintlock
world I must say is lookin rather illogical like in the land of narnia and the whole damn cronical slice a single folical why you splittin hairs commin at you harder than the 86 bears single letters splices twice neatly into sentences woven so tight look like hurricane fences
Hook>
your diggin on my soul as Im diggin through your relics
keepin street music alive for our kids sake
let the beats pound hard till you come out with an ear ache
allow myself to introduce myself french toast the name and I drop knowledge like a bookshelf
travel through your brain make you insane like wormwood
always solitary undercover like a monks hood
im a hippy yippie green tea cuz im thirsty
hair on my chin and im rubbin on my belly
I know its hard to see cause im spittin prophecy
but from what my eyes see its time to dilute the potency
go ahead and take a whiff cause my words are rather fragrant your minds not clear like a window washin vagrant
take life in stride this is not a joyride when you feel that little sting that little sting is just pride
Hook>
hit me with music cause ill feel no pain
wit me with music cause I feel the drain
when you hit me with music Ill never complain
cause when you hit me with music thats when i start to feel sane.
hit me with music cause ill feel no pain
hit me with music cause im feelin rather strained
hit me with music soft and gental in my brain
cause without music i start to feel insane
Im sorta like skittles hard on the outside and squishy in the middle but im such a tasty vittle
F-R-EN-CH capital T alota emcees dont know how to deal with me cause they cant visualize this abstract poetry
thats why they got a hairy back and swing from tree to tree
french toast n not that im boastin keep you locked in a crockpot now you simmerin and roastin
slow cookin verbiage keep it fresher than a zip lock
try to keep it old school not cocky like a flintlock
world I must say is lookin rather illogical like in the land of narnia and the whole damn cronical slice a single folical why you splittin hairs commin at you harder than the 86 bears single letters splices twice neatly into sentences woven so tight look like hurricane fences
Hook>
Skean
Nice and clean mix too... Like it a lot... cheers