Lyrics
Count it up, never cease, keep it movin' man
Roll it up, pass it round like a boomerang
Turn it up, real music’ll never die
Quality over quantity, homie it’s only right
Been unimpressed with some of the best, but nonetheless
It’s subjective, just maybe just my perspective
Colours is the collective, and wanna know somethin' son?
Under covers I could detective, hear me A logical cool dude with a tropical pool view
The crew makin' it classic like the school flew
Shoot for the moon with a tool I shoot pool
Only fools follow rules, we make em', we create ‘em
Makin' movies with music but ain’t Cuba man
I’m just movin' around like a boomerang
Try to look away, it’s like a right hook from Sugar Ray
Dodgin' the
It’s magic like Earvin and
I meet with big fish, boy surf and the turf
It’s God and geometry, I’m observin' the Earth
Yo, I get it brewin' like I’m hot water
Surprise you like they brought you food that you did not order
Some of these people won’t receive you or believe you
Til a nigga outta town come in a peep you, grab a spot for you
Listenin', I’m listenin, I’m listenin'
I’m getting they attention and got all these niggas whisperin'
And all that they witnessin'
They judge me on my morals and my vows but still they missin' ‘em
They missin' ‘em
I’m sayin' what they sayin' I just speak it different
And fuckin' with the gift in the instant
Little cutie from Chicago that’s an understatement
I’m the definition of a female emcee underrated
Amazing with the storytellin'
Take a nigga and upgrade him like I’m Tori Spelling
Chicken watermelon
Cause I’m a black queen
I’m here to bring that real shit back to the rap scene
Vultures of the culture, I see them eating the strange fruit
It’s brain food for zombies they wash it down with a strange brew
They’ll bite until they change you, hopin' you grow some fangs too
Just to remain, you gotta find you an angel
What a quiet singer I wanna thank you
A young kingdom’ll save you
The God particle and the cord that come from the navel
Ferocious when defendin' the home, results is fatal
Approaching the gaze wrong facing off with a face on Sex sure to keep this safety on with the lace on Based on my experience you niggas straight
Swelter in America, stay warm, let’s pray for ‘em
Need to bow your head in submission
Say it to your face, no sub-dissin'
Never sell out for the cash so my money good
If money talk, my shit be tellin' everyone they should