Chillin'....
Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 7:32 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWDLrSlDvN8[/video]
The potency of this lifestyle is hard to understand I'm from another land
where rap produces beats, and beats produce the heart thats under man
I came on the other hand, switchin' up my back swing on these numbers fam
crunchin' them like Cucumbers can, puttin' the heat on em like the buzzards land
Vultures all in my culture, tryna dispense crack in between these sidewalks
earthquakin'...my pops, told me life ain't always about these day so why walk...
down a path followin' these li-uh's, spit fire and you can turn it black from white chalk
turn those coals into di-monds, thats when he told me to get my shine on...
ever since then I been flyer, puttin' my soul on the table hesitant to be stapled
as the next big thing, faithful...dreams keep me focused and keep me grateful
keeping friends closer then Abel, cuz look what Kain does with Eve and the Ap-pel
my mind stays congruent, a student to the game, you know I been through it...
intertwined in this music, tryna change the game and configurate the usage
most suckers use it to get by, others use it to boast bout their bitch..right?
some just flip lines tryna spit shit they didn't live, I know it's sick right?
so much that I wish I...had a lil' more weed, a lil' more syrup I could lean on
I'm lyin' I wish I had more beats like this to breathe on, to the point I just dream on......
they thought I was lost in linguistics, but as long as I got sick opinions
then they still vibin' with him, still on the board spinnin' on the ledge...Bob Burnquisted
.........
The potency of this lifestyle is hard to understand I'm from another land
where rap produces beats, and beats produce the heart thats under man
I came on the other hand, switchin' up my back swing on these numbers fam
crunchin' them like Cucumbers can, puttin' the heat on em like the buzzards land
Vultures all in my culture, tryna dispense crack in between these sidewalks
earthquakin'...my pops, told me life ain't always about these day so why walk...
down a path followin' these li-uh's, spit fire and you can turn it black from white chalk
turn those coals into di-monds, thats when he told me to get my shine on...
ever since then I been flyer, puttin' my soul on the table hesitant to be stapled
as the next big thing, faithful...dreams keep me focused and keep me grateful
keeping friends closer then Abel, cuz look what Kain does with Eve and the Ap-pel
my mind stays congruent, a student to the game, you know I been through it...
intertwined in this music, tryna change the game and configurate the usage
most suckers use it to get by, others use it to boast bout their bitch..right?
some just flip lines tryna spit shit they didn't live, I know it's sick right?
so much that I wish I...had a lil' more weed, a lil' more syrup I could lean on
I'm lyin' I wish I had more beats like this to breathe on, to the point I just dream on......
they thought I was lost in linguistics, but as long as I got sick opinions
then they still vibin' with him, still on the board spinnin' on the ledge...Bob Burnquisted
.........