Love on Haight Street

by BT

Brian Wayne Transeau (born October 4, 1971) is a Grammy-nominated American music producer, composer, audio technician, multi-instrumentalist, singer, and songwriter better known by his stage name, BT. He is an artist in the electronica genre – most often considered a composer of trance music, but k…

Year: 2000

(The vibrations and compatibility, I think it's like a magnet) 
(the magnet brings to itself steel) 
(we shall wait no longer) 

(we look forward to a future, where life is)

For rap it's live and die as we hurl through outer space 
Witness the Omega theory in the lines of my face 
Caught up in dead aim 
Picky to Ferris is startin' over 
Checkin' for phat rhymes to help us start gold'n over 
And replicate 
Cowards better get this shit straight 
Grand and Fiz done brought it to yo face some more then I play 
Young stars push weight, bad brawls, who take the bait 
Evolve, and lay low without constant marinate 
Livin' live for hip hop, two for Bicardi and women, three four 
The legal hustle, cash money and women 
'til the day I die, strive to be a corporate exec 
Vocal graphics like Pentium II, 3D effect 
Grand and V I apply 'nough pressure to snap yer neck 
Keep it bouncin' like P are records and bad checks 

(tell me when you ready) (I am ready) 
(check 'em out) (listen to this) 

My inner thoughts get caught dwellin' in the valley with heat 
Keep it primed all the time for these brothas I meet 
That be talkin' behind my back 
Thinkin' they slick and sometimes it be the brothas in ya clique 
Don't be fooled, they'll tell you that it's cool 
The brutha that you knew for twelve years back in school 
Back on the set and coverin' all bets 
The lyric champagne that's keepin' you all wet 
But don't celebrate let's get some things straight 
Started nine-7 but finished in nine-8 
Dogs at the gate for unexpected guests 
One hundred percent 'cause I expect the best 
Nothin' less 
Don't hit Ras with the stress 

Spittin' rhymes hard that's crackin' the bird chest 
Took me twelve months to stack money in lumps 
Far from livin' foul but further from Don Trump 
Hit the speed bumps got slowed but still flow 
Huntin' bruthas down for money they still owe (owe) 
Brothas gettin' killed and brothas in cell blocks 
Comin' home to bills that's fillin' my mail box 
Felt all the pain through sunshine and rain 
Hopin' one day that all of this will change 
Had to rearrange my life, I strike twice 
Standin' on the curb with bruthas rollin' the dice 
Never nothin' nice when all of yo cash flow (what) 
'pends on how the ivory's hittin' the Castro 
You know, that if you ever needed Rasco 
That I would be the first to stand in toe-to-toe 
I never ran, my moms raised a real man 
Taught me all the tricks to formulate the plans 
World in my hand, she said it was all mine 
Always made sure that everything was fine 
Stop it on the dime, drop nuttin' but ill rhymes 
Started as a hobby, I did it to kill time 
Now it's got perks, no longer the desk clerk 
But sometimes that's where I was doin' my best work 
Hope that vest work, we spittin' the Teflon 
Get out of the way before you get stepped on 
Never negative we keepin' it on pos 
Team with B-T, we doin' it for the cause 
Because (because) 

(check it out)