作曲 : Opio Lindsey My ***** P. Cubano, hail from Santiago He said pass me that bottle of rum, we make mojitos And puff some Monte Cristos while we listen to James Brown "King ******" pumpin out the JVC now As I sip my drink, begin to think about where I'm at Tip the ashes off my cigar, and start to trip on trap Doors that await me, but lately, my Spidey Sense Been tinglin, fingerin out the snakes See I move with experience, choose and select Smoke with no filter, hickeys on my neck Scratches on my back from rough *** but what's next Goin through my cycles of 7 I retrospect Remember when it first hit me, me Phest' and Kenny Pushin down Ocean Boulevard in a renty Ha ha, it's a brand new year, hear me? And I'm about to get mine the harder way Penny for my thoughts you crazy, I'm the author that illustrate Heart attack with pen and pape, can't escape Might I be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme My mindstate like a lighthouse in the fog Beamin - slicin through the haze While I'm puffin on purple, I circumvent the maze They premeditate like a rat in a cage I'm like Sly Stone, Cobra, my hands on the gauge Blastin off stage in a haphazard way But still hit the fat bastard with accura-cy Sayin why oh why did I need cappucino He ran up in the Starbucks with a gat in his pea coat Havin flashbacks of seminary back in the East O got robbed workin Baskin Robbins 15 years old He told me reach for the sky Now inside my palm lies the cosmos, the omniscient prognosis That I'm strong encodin peyote poetry Ain't Jodeci, O to Z, oversee Overstand, this ain't corporate sized, just more precise And go blaow like the discharge from a 45 [Chorus] Everytime I touch this mic you know I put my heart into it Formulatin orchestrate record and make the art of music Populations occupations 'cross the nation God forsaken Pop my tape in watch me elevate with this new **** Words of wisdom in the kitchen cookin up this energy Wolfgang Cluck can't **** with my recipe Heard your engine burstin pistons plus you got a slow leak "Third Eye Vision" premonition, better listen closely [repeat to fade] Who is he.. could it be O-Blinzy
作曲 : Opio Lindsey My ***** P. Cubano, hail from Santiago He said pass me that bottle of rum, we make mojitos And puff some Monte Cristos while we listen to James Brown "King ******" pumpin out the JVC now As I sip my drink, begin to think about where I'm at Tip the ashes off my cigar, and start to trip on trap Doors that await me, but lately, my Spidey Sense Been tinglin, fingerin out the snakes See I move with experience, choose and select Smoke with no filter, hickeys on my neck Scratches on my back from rough *** but what's next Goin through my cycles of 7 I retrospect Remember when it first hit me, me Phest' and Kenny Pushin down Ocean Boulevard in a renty Ha ha, it's a brand new year, hear me? And I'm about to get mine the harder way Penny for my thoughts you crazy, I'm the author that illustrate Heart attack with pen and pape, can't escape Might I be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme My mindstate like a lighthouse in the fog Beamin - slicin through the haze While I'm puffin on purple, I circumvent the maze They premeditate like a rat in a cage I'm like Sly Stone, Cobra, my hands on the gauge Blastin off stage in a haphazard way But still hit the fat bastard with accura-cy Sayin why oh why did I need cappucino He ran up in the Starbucks with a gat in his pea coat Havin flashbacks of seminary back in the East O got robbed workin Baskin Robbins 15 years old He told me reach for the sky Now inside my palm lies the cosmos, the omniscient prognosis That I'm strong encodin peyote poetry Ain't Jodeci, O to Z, oversee Overstand, this ain't corporate sized, just more precise And go blaow like the discharge from a 45 [Chorus] Everytime I touch this mic you know I put my heart into it Formulatin orchestrate record and make the art of music Populations occupations 'cross the nation God forsaken Pop my tape in watch me elevate with this new **** Words of wisdom in the kitchen cookin up this energy Wolfgang Cluck can't **** with my recipe Heard your engine burstin pistons plus you got a slow leak "Third Eye Vision" premonition, better listen closely [repeat to fade] Who is he.. could it be O-Blinzy
