Life got kinda rough, changes came in a flurry
'Bout the same time that Del dropped 3030
Can't complain now but shame how that year was so wrong
Livin' with an ex, I stress: we didn't get along
She had her other men, said I was free to sow my oats
But then came the evening when that script got rewrote
We were at the same party and after, out on the block
Sister hollered "who was that skeez on your jock?"
Firsthand she'd seen a lady friend end up in my lap
Try to tell us she wasn't jealous, this time somethin snapped
Arms were flying, she was crying, situation was iffy
Post-sundown in Oaktown so cops came in a jiffy
Slapped me up against the car my hands behind my head
Threw me in the back seat but then one of them said
"Talk to us, tell us a few words we need to hear
We’re gonna take it slow, you just speak real clear
Based on what you say, you could go to jail or the hospital
See a shrink or sleep in the clink, either outcome is possible
Use your words carefully, they’ll make our choice
You might save us paperwork, but it’s gotta come in your voice"
I swear they coached me a few beats, tried to calm me down,
See they would follow the law to a tee, per every damn thing said now
Was it my innocence or white face? I’ll never know which
Doubt my black brother’d get the same choice—now ain’t that a bitch
It was just us, but justice was getting so hazy
I said "call it 5150, y'all are driving me crazy!"
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Ear Game
KRS drops the science, I get more specific
Liquid swords flash fire 'cause I'm sick with the physics
Talk in spatial dynamics, no treats or tricks
Start with knowledge of self on nobody’s tip
Not perfect, I kill time looking out for hip kicks
What I should explain plain I cryptically spit
Like a flak jacket, Jack, crack verse indeed thick
Not soft I shake it off my skin can take a deep hit
Make you leap quick, faked you! Peep this before you step to
Two steps ahead hear what I said? I'm an old head too
A wise vantage is advantage, we OGs instill
Loose like willow my styl-o has an Ornette influence
Choose to call it free jazz? See there’s lots more to it
Before you speak listen--your mouth can't hear
Yet if you stayin' in that cut you got zip to fear
The observer never stops, our art pops because of ear
Liquid swords flash fire 'cause I'm sick with the physics
Talk in spatial dynamics, no treats or tricks
Start with knowledge of self on nobody’s tip
Not perfect, I kill time looking out for hip kicks
What I should explain plain I cryptically spit
Like a flak jacket, Jack, crack verse indeed thick
Not soft I shake it off my skin can take a deep hit
Make you leap quick, faked you! Peep this before you step to
Two steps ahead hear what I said? I'm an old head too
A wise vantage is advantage, we OGs instill
Loose like willow my styl-o has an Ornette influence
Choose to call it free jazz? See there’s lots more to it
Before you speak listen--your mouth can't hear
Yet if you stayin' in that cut you got zip to fear
The observer never stops, our art pops because of ear
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Rawr 44
(remix)
At times I feel weightless
And savor that taste
that flavor, its danger
Might catch me later
On streets a leader's
Nice handle defeats
& with a flow I know is sick
None predict my behavior
Move slow and I'll rip ya
Hit finger-rolls and faders
You whiner, I’m major
Ambidextrous, hater
Who’s next up, players?
Was raised while saviors
Blazed away when I came up
In my soul filled the hole
With a mystic great
Pantheist's creator
On some men's blocks, cement boxes
Paint my Mother Nature
Ain't all brothers still
Gods, the queens too
Shorty-wop I means you
Can’t overstate it
Couldn't care if you're famous
Do your thing, build and sing
On this perfect spaceship
Ride relationships
Thru the pain and bliss
Speak your mind
Your imagination
Shifts the placement
Of myths and brain waves
That spliff ain’t said it
We wrote and read it
So do it, g’head kid
Spend your blessins
Use yr less'ns
Don’t defend in the end
Your grand confession
Ain’t nothin’ but a thing
Of life progressin
You look for answers
I'll leave 'em guessin
Now who's got the class
To teach the next lesson
At times I feel weightless
And savor that taste
that flavor, its danger
Might catch me later
On streets a leader's
Nice handle defeats
& with a flow I know is sick
None predict my behavior
Move slow and I'll rip ya
Hit finger-rolls and faders
You whiner, I’m major
Ambidextrous, hater
Who’s next up, players?
Was raised while saviors
Blazed away when I came up
In my soul filled the hole
With a mystic great
Pantheist's creator
On some men's blocks, cement boxes
Paint my Mother Nature
Ain't all brothers still
Gods, the queens too
Shorty-wop I means you
Can’t overstate it
Couldn't care if you're famous
Do your thing, build and sing
On this perfect spaceship
Ride relationships
Thru the pain and bliss
Speak your mind
Your imagination
Shifts the placement
Of myths and brain waves
That spliff ain’t said it
We wrote and read it
So do it, g’head kid
Spend your blessins
Use yr less'ns
Don’t defend in the end
Your grand confession
Ain’t nothin’ but a thing
Of life progressin
You look for answers
I'll leave 'em guessin
Now who's got the class
To teach the next lesson
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