drive like a car chase More than a uhh, it's the piece of mind I chase Stakes are high, like my uncle is We both got problems, he never confronted his
be the end of me or I'm finna be an entity Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli We are not makin' songs no more We're makin' history [background singers
my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we
mad, hey U know, I took lots of things as a kid; ballet and jazz, dance, soccer, piano. I was always in trouble, always bein' a ham. when I was 5 we were
was 5 we were all on the stage, with these cardboard clocks, like ya know 2 feet across, tied around us with string like a sandwich board. We were all moving are
you to hear it/ before you are gone. the African in me/ the Seminole in me These are some a things my grandmother gave to me some believe there are
needle Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people Niggaz'll never learn we just concern about (Shit) Who's fuckin' who? When time is of significance Ghost, we
who come and go They run away like melted snow A temple to ego never constitutes a home And though it seems sad This jangling junk we are amassed A passing
supermarket Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage Own the reason that we all are faking it Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are
Though my sex drive like a car chase More than a uhh, it's the piece of mind I chase Stakes are high, like my uncle is We both got problems, he never
I had to go back to that house one more time To see if camellias were in bloom For so many reasons it's been on my mind The house on Belmont Avenue Built
before we get funky, the continuing stories of . . . Napoleon: Moontrick . . . George: No, this ain't moontrick this time, we go to moontrick next
of despair Who are all o' dem zombies Dat he fuckin' wit down dere? Are dey crazy? Are dey sainted? Are dey stage-kraff someone painted? It have
romance We share a mother, we do and a daddy too Home on [unverified] avenue and a melancholy mood With a rhapsody in blue 'Cause, baby, I know the reasons why we
the sky's a contortionist. The streets are skipping records blaring hiss. Camouflage, camouflage. The city's draped in camouflage. The taxis are jaguars throwing fits. Subways are
on our side, But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die? Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me, Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are
so fine. But believe me lil mama now is not the time. Cause im with my girl.Cause its about my girl. in VIP with my girl. And we are in our world.
