Envisioning the hereafter listening to Steve Wonder
On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and n***** need summer
At times my going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin line between war and peace, w****s and jeeps
Ignore MC's like beeps, scribbling freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye, seeming contagious
Redeeming the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a f*** where you charting, certain s*** I can't honor
It ain't that you selling, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperon, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
Hollering at the brothers, either you goin' be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
As he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it f***** wit him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was coming
I said it's here
It's here(echoed)
On a Quest for Love like the Proceed drummer
I strike like lightning and don't need thunder
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and n***** need summer
At times my going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin line between war and peace, w****s and jeeps
Ignore MC's like beeps, scribbling freedom on pages
My third eye is like pink eye, seeming contagious
Redeeming the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a f*** where you charting, certain s*** I can't honor
It ain't that you selling, it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperon, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
The stage becomes a catacomb, I rap like a mummy
Not for the money, I could have sampled Diana Ross a long time ago
My mind of flow is like motor key 20
Youngblood said he had dimes, I prayed that he see twenty
Hollering at the brothers, either you goin' be a thug or a man
Flip drugs and get land, I can see my man Rashad
As he described how the bucks hit him
And said slugs was still stuck in him, when it rained, it f***** wit him
This bucket interrupt wisdom and asked when my album was coming
I said it's here
It's here(echoed)