Lyrics born in the house baby,
uh
You see I'm constantly
improving every aspect of life
Not just my music, my rhymes,
but every facet requires this
Due attention to shine,
a jewel neglected with time
Been getting ruined and dry,
instead of fluid and bright
I'm always fine -tuning everything and meditating,
doing it right
Cool like a slice of carrot
cake, I don't improvise
In do or die situations,
ain't trippin'
Leaves in the grounds are never in,
creaks in the mounds
Chickens screaming they drowse us high,
beaming they blouses
It's messy up they old outfits
Cause the lyrically endowed gold
Pair of green
Falcons
Leave you seriously impaired
Like a pyramid style
In an aluminum pipe
I'm cooler than an ice cube
In the ice tray
Next to the ice cream
In the side thing
Or a light breeze
Sippin' on
Bacardi margarita mints
With a lime squeeze
Side -seein' in the
South
Seas
Pumpin' the
I3s
And drivin' high speed
Hella late
With a bellyache
From laughin' hella vague
In the
Delta 88
Celebratin' gettin' brained out
By my main spouse
With the clock top frame down
Got 70 lyrics for every 70 emcees
Who be sharin' the same snaps,
similarly
special effects
You the secretary receptionist
Well, I'm the president elected
here to settle the debt
That's your problem?
Yeah, I be sentimentally involved I be calm,
it ain't never no conflict when
I be droppin' balls
Pleasantries aside, long ass,
you're a punk
ass
Don't jump in, the crosshairs,
the forecast
It's all clear, it's okay, you won't be
A marked as s to talk at, but talk bout
How you got all sorts of
charts and drawings
Of all of my distinguishing marks
Broadcast reports of me flying into
Florence all aboard
Occupying the top floor of resorts,
the floor plans
Informing bartender and doorman
Go ahead, from the board
member to barman
Head of corporate,
an assortment of corp vets
Swordsmen from
Oregon with loaded ball caps
That's ready to barge in
And you still won't have the heart
to charge in, you morons
Take this as advice and don't
you never forget
My boy's gone,
my boy's gone, my toy's gone
And if I ever write a boring song
Let this stay in your thought plane
and don't you never forget
I put my mind towards it,
I don't never forfeit
Put my mind towards it,
I don't never forfeit
Like that, oh
Cause I'm constantly improv
ing every aspect of life
Not just my music, my rhymes
Every facet requires the
stuart tension to shine
Too neglected with time,
we getting ruined and dry
Instead of brilliant and bright
Always climb to it, climb to it
We have to begin this shit again,
begin this shit again
Hello, this is bus driver,
I'm calling because I'm supposed to be appearing on the lyrics born variety show
Yo, what's up people?
It's
Rashad, I'm from the
Crown
City
Rockers crew
Can I listen to the lyrics one more time so y 'all act like you don't,
stay tuned for love,
BABY!