Lyrics:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
with my skull and bones
Made of solid gold, skin is closing up
Approach your home, with a war, Armageddon in my home
Wisdom mind ruler mental
in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam
It's the Half and Half Hypothesis the 50/50 theory
Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam
Now check
(Verse 1)
In a world of hidden truths, where secrets lie,
Conspiracies that make you question the sky.
Let me take you on a journey, open up your
up
Get out of your head
Out of your state
Out of your bed
Up and awake
Up in a 1 2 3 4
1 2 3 4 Yeah
So out of pocket you fly like a rocket
Take off
straightin' up I'm still rappin'
comin' at you fresh. Do you know what happened?
I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind
I didn't want your girl 'cause she
music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Music makes the clouds roll by, baby
Your music kissed my tears and set my eyes
Your
swear on intuition
Always trust your gut or end up crushed by your decisions
The incision helps to open up, chose a prose scalpel
Slicing through
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Make up your got damn mind!
I'm
pick your brain
And we could be that Rolling Stone
Mix 'em up with Janis Joplin
And let 'em harmonize like Bone
Or we could just leave it alone
Let
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
chill
We linger in the funk
Yes Yes, bus stop what's (Watts) up
On the script side
Low down the whole mix and flips I 63
Jay be and M.C. baby blue
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
girl, you got to know this
Nobody else is in your room
We'll make it through
Time is passing by still want you
Crime is on the rise still want you
serious about my hustlin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
deadmans
Ask about me down in the streets
You know my name gon ring a bell
I gotta make bread and get to the top
fore I end up in a cell
can't have no
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
rank's up like Shabba
Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though
I'm too hot, still skillet the pot
Turn base metals into gold
They ain't think
That I could go gold
platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load
Tobacco Road
Gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
I'm gonna blow it up
Lord knows gonna start all over again"
My mind is the place where I make my
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