Lyrics:
felt our spirits collide
I remember that moment, bein' struck down by lightnin'
The first time I saw your face, and you smiled
Come an' lay down
Punk-rock, new-wave, and soul
Pop music, salsa and rock and roll
Calypso, reggae rhythm, and blues
Master mix those number one tunes
Play that
Poetry]
Mother may I? Yes you may
Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
You better call next, and step
Afu
You know we been doin' it for years, man
Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby
[Afu-Ra]
Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill
on transfixed by the floor
Frosted ice that blocks the front door
Scrollin' through the playlist, found the right track
Bus flies by, time to take a step back
Run
took time off, while other rappers got jerked
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
And as we
of death
My demons try to pull me but I'm too far ahead
Staying in my lane see me cruise by the steps
12 times that be cause and effect
My character is
another face on the bus
Tappin' my foot, to the beat on the radio
Dreaming bout the mic and the money and the ladies,
Oh mom, I promise I'm gonna be
Lightning pierce my heart sparks up when i feel this
Lovin not hard we the ones to go and prove it
Im stupid - madly invested in you
Smoke a wood
to live my life
I really can't keep up with time
I just gat to be the spark cuz in the darkness I'm gone shine
Got a blunt on my hands 10 toes where I stand
christmas time
I’m just chasin green, i’m to the money signs
All you niggas gettin is some dummy dimes
Coppin gas and that’s by the zip
Yeah you kno tha gang,
I’m in a mood
Never know what I might do
You’re tight with the crew
Sike get tied by the goons
Time for the snooze never know what you might lose
When
Poetry]
Mother may I? Yes you may
Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
You better call next, and step
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
a week
Just talent, I ain't got to tweak
You would think it took some months, cuz I stunt
Task is always finished by the time I smoke the blunt
Move
on the radio
Dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies
Oh mom, I promise I'm gonna be large
Someday I'm gonna stop tryin to borrow your car
Gonna go
different views
By the time I get to 62, I'll have won it all and my niggas too
Step Back J so I can shoot my shot
You should never let me pick my role
You
the beginning
So shall it be in the end
My friend
Now tell me what do you remember
All the lies they tried to say
Times they turned away slow
Now I move in
Let me get honest with you
I'm not here to waste your time
I'm not like the ones you had
So leave that all behind
Seeking for someone sometimes just
and getting high
Doesn't mix at all for Joe
It shows
Still I'll get inside your mind
Maybe I'm ahead of time
Writing a collective rhyme
cbout distrust
(spark it up)
My point is I'll write your death if you send me threats
You should send me good vibes and a friend request
Peace, love, positivity it needs
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