Somos Proximos

A' Yo, They tell you get the money But won't tell you how to keep it And try to take it from you And son you Often in secret And that could be some shit It's how you move After you peep it Cause if a nigga sow it You know it He gon' reap it That's deep shit ain't it Poetic pictures are painted I'm gon' be here for a while So it's best that we get acquainted Get you canonized Leave you so holey You could be sainted Sometimes you feel like You wanna run away Like love was tainted Yeah the flow is tight I spit it right Your gonna have to deal with it Acquiesce to the idea I've got appeal with it Stay true to self And I always come real with it Must admit my shit Gotta certain type feel with it Smooth bro That groove tho Kinda makes you move, yo Clean execution Delivered gritty and sucio Put me amongst you best in a contest to see who rocks the most A new day is dawning, baby Somos Proximos "We're coming We're coming We. Are. Close We. Are. Close We're coming We're coming We. Are. Close We. Are. Close." It goes, hickory dickory Oh my god I'm sick with the Flow So much so I'm almost the perfect emcee "You don't believe me yet" Alright, sit back and work with me Peep lyrical lunacy Poetic berserkery Style hotter than Mercury I'm shaking off the Richter I battle with the beat And I compete to be the victor Tell the ladies, I'm no magician Meaning, I am not a tricker The best you'll get from me Is food, weed, dick, and liquor Mr. Thriftpockets In that game Nobody's sicker I'm tighter than a hug From a hungry boa constrictor Oh yeah, I said that Cuz, that's where my head's at So you know not to ask me Anything 'bout where my bread's at. A fire always burns in me My inner child's an arsonist That's why I'm a problem On the mic You want no parts of this Was I imbued with powers By a sick syntax sorceress In an act of defiant careless Rap remorselessness Must be Cause I feel that I'm at one with the force-ce-ses Frankly, I think I'm a bit of a Lyrical narcissist Got that off my chest And now I know What true catharsis is I do the for cats Trapped in cubicles in offices Wanna smash the copier Fuck employees on top of ya Yeah the corporate world's like a fuckin legal mafia "Fifth. Quarter. Records" "We're coming We're coming We. Are. Close We. Are. Close We're coming We're coming We. Are. Close We. Are. Close." Okay, knock knock Who's there Little ol' me With a dope flow So pure You'll O.D. Delivery's immaculate The rhymes They flow free Heart of a young buck Mind of an O.G. Soul of a poet With the hands Of a soldier I ride for the cause And the purpose is umoja That's what it is And it couldn't be bolder Fuck what you heard And act like I just told ya Now we on the same page The vote is unanimous Hip Hop assassin I'm connected to an Animus Partner pass the cannabis Gettin high I planned on this My rap skills are scandalous None of you dudes Can handle this I chef it up marvelous Ya boy on a mission I whip these words well Treat the both Just like the kitchen Hit the block with better shit Than all the competition Then sit back And start collecting dough Man, Listen!