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Enter in to the spacecraft filling up
That won't touch back again 'til the job is done Way outta the range of normal So far where ya are that ya no longer see the sun It's a journey not of sight but sound Ready or not your bound To also embrace the light And drift on Let your soul be again reborn For these songs buckle up it's the ride of your life Riffin in the octave of the Infinite provactive Come get within a rocketship Dimensions of a positive Inventions that is monstrous I'm givin it my all It's just my sentiments Took over and as I give in To the power of just livin In the now, I put the div-idends I holler from the spirit Within all of us I'm driftin on a cloud up in You're meant to feel the shower Follow in, as I devour Y'all with synonyms and vowels Ladies and gentlemen It's our time to dig within a tower Over ignorance, the final hour's Here so come and crowd around And listen up on how I'm stayin driven By the sound I feel it liftin Higher how my daily livin Is the style it's like my children Seem scattered through the villages And towns, and when the Gift Is in the house I bring the lyrics That come down from up Inherent to the sound From a mysterious, profound Very indigenous way out Chief innervision, and I think I've really truly found religion now Enter in to the spacecraft filling up That won't touch back again 'til the job is done Way outta the range of normal So far where ya are that ya no longer see the sun It's a journey not of sight but sound Ready or not your bound To also embrace the light And drift on Let your soul be again reborn For these songs buckle up it's the ride of your life FOURTH DIMENSIONAL ROCKETSHIPS, GOING, UP |
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Running, moving, stressing, fussing
Cussing, drinking, smoking, killing Dying, stabbing, shooting, thinking Walking, pacing, running, falling Yo, check it out, one time All the bull stop's here, I'm the matador Here to introduce a new rap category Climb on top of my music, mine Matterhorn Rhyme for rhyme, you don't really wanna battle boy Just another clip added in my catalog Get your money young playa, I ain't mad at y'all Here to bring soul like stas-gladisol (?) Drop the fatter raw verbal mic analog Sorry y'all, but I didn't bring a Gatt along Just a pen that does tricks like a magic wand Get my cadence and a whole rap pattern on As the sky just falls over Babylon Travel on Pluto, Venus, Earth, Saturn on To the place many sane brains haven't gone When it come to this here 'specially in this year Frankly I don't have it all Running, moving, stressing, fussing Cussing, drinking, smoking, killing Dying, stabbing, shooting, thinking Walking, pacing, running, falling Striving, climbing, scratching, clawing Growing, knowing, guessing, acting Working, looking, peeking, seeking Peeking, counting, seeking, searching It's the Gift of Gab's new rap seminar Male groupies please show me where the women are In a world full of shyst type criminals Make a LP filled like cinema Bring light like a rhyme prime minister Send ya up write it off on adrenaline On a scale of one to ten it's a ten and a Half, feel my wrath now, sucka nigga what? Used to puff on a daily pack of cigarettes Til I bought a pack of chewin gum, Nicorette Come to find that I had to get rid of that Now at shows I got more wind in the set Wrote a alcohol free song in the next Thirty days drunk again like hypocrites Dude, my ego isn't quite that deflated yet Signed a deal with a major haven't made it yet Got a past cable bill haven't paid it yet Crazy wit, now I love my life takin it Where it hasn't been taken yet Go against the grain of the rat race daily it's Running, moving, stressing, fussing Cussing, drinking, smoking, killing Dying, stabbing, shooting, thinking Walking, pacing, running, falling Striving, climbing, scratching, clawing Growing, knowing, guessing, acting Working, looking, peeking, seeking Peeking, counting, seeking, searching |
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(Chorus)
Way of the Light Just like a sudden rush Just flowin all through my soul now Way of the Light It feels like a certain miss someone That I wanna get up wit' Way of the Light Everything's alright now When ya living in the Light now Way of the Light Way of the Light Running through rhythms Proceeding in the torch lights Floating on melodies Helping make my thoughts glide Staidly berated through music I'm off my Rocker rockin' into the depths of the lost god Jumping off a climb in the faith I'm a fall guy Never falling though, in the heavens we all fly Fourth Dimension rocketships telling ya all why Wake up from ya slumber my children it's all lies Money just like everything else, it all dies Itself is lost and it's still, "Can I get a dime sack?" To help me focus on wealth, not material wealth 'Cause true wealth resides deep inside (Chorus) I put the pen to the paper and let the ink thin Give what it's channeling through me without no thinking About it, no doubt about it, part of my beating Came into open the spirit and let you see in It's time to let 'er off for now, no further seeking I follow it as I hear about to begin Follow the Light as I take you on a journey deep in Sound of the side of the light you might just wanna be in Way of the Light Way of the Light you wanna be in Heir of the Night Go on and flow with what you seeking Playing it right The little voice inside is speaking Saying it tight Beyond your logic and your reason (Chorus) Living and struggling everyday to make mo' Poor is getting poorer so niggaz just take dough Scratching and surviving and seein ya stay broke Cultivating image instead of the great soul Cultivate an image but it was all for show Blow up, explode, didn't it erupt way though Millions of dollars does not a mortal make whole You can only take what you've given away though, come on (Chorus) |
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Yo..
Yo.. Rhyme to the rhythm When I slip in to the zone And zero deep into the ruse It's to astonish my opponents When I'm on it like I own it Make the whole galaxy call it scripted Held ya deep within a different world Lightly, so only are to wane vain main Never plain, stained brains Try to elevate from here Not just to simply maintain To the vain bang boogie watch my spirit blang blang I don't need no change of jewelery I don't need a dang thang Hang, rappers like you That don't produce a realer(?) product It's my soul's interpretation If you want it, hey I got it Only so much time alotted Many thoughts that must be jotted Clearing out the mind that's clotted Not I'm writting on some 'Pac shit In the month of august, take a break out to the farthest Region on my rocketship Now y'all MC's can eat my starter See the crew I rep is Quannum Y'all the bench, we the starters We the meal, the main course For your belly, y'all some tottlers Keep it modest, open honest I don't claim to be the hardest Killer, wit' a gun, I really, only wanna be a artist Travel the entire atlas, global trotter Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, I can concentrate(?) to offer In the middle of the sky, you see my Drella glimpse(?) just passing Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid For some pyschedelic clarity to breath within the madness When you're out and you're far away from home And your heart and your mind, they start to roam Fallin' out from the time they spark the zone Seein' girls from the night they got you stoned When you're out and you're far away from home And your heart and your mind, they start to roam Fallin' out from the time they spark the zone Seein' girls from the night they got you stoned Left the planet Earth to get a wider like perspective On the bigger picture, now I'm steady cruising through the nebula Headed out to Mars, with souls and minds are more connected Built with elders how to conquer Ignorance the mighty predator I be the cosmic editor And when it rains I let it pour And if I'm sure I'm Thor, I guess I'll be the lyric pedd-a-ler I'm deadly with the medley Steady, ready with the metaphor MC's are R.I.P. if they love life they why they said it for? Headed for your head, it's gonna erupt, I'm blowing up And popping this, it's cool I be the judge and jury With the Johnny Cochran savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often When I'm rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option How a biased force subsided, never will run outta ammo Used to build with pharoahs, riding through the desert on a camel Ran into a camel by the name of Joe thought he was wacko All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco I crackle as I rap, I pro attack a slacker Never clever, sever heads I'm clever, yes, I'll never dread a battle If they white, they put they thumbs up up like fists if it's an afro In the Bay I'm hella tight and plus I'm filthy in Seattle In the middle of the sky, you see my Drella glimpse(?) just passing Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid For some pyschedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness (Chorus) |
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As we proceed...
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back Welcome back to the days and the times of old Welcome back to the classic stories thats been told Welcome back to diamond back whites painted chrome Back when life was way more simple is all Welcome back to 5-0-1 and acid wash jeans If you had tough skins you didn't want to be seen Welcome back to cap session till the sun went down Slap box your way before you ever left the town Welcome back to one on one fight with no grounds Bein fired fat boy signing session in tower Run DMC, Houdini my first rap album Brush groove, back when Run asked the crowd whos house Breaking one, breakin two beats street wild style Jackin five christmas playin on your radio dial Reminiscing, drifting on a memory in this rap Welcome back, welcome back Welcome back to the crush on a girl next door Fifth period in homeroom passin back notes Welcome back to family barbecues every month Sometimes there would be arguments but it was all love Welcome back to coasters and karate shoes The great space coaster no ganoos(?) is good ganoos(?) Way before you ever had a sip of your first booze Drunk off life the simple things kept you amused Welcome back to box cuts and jags Jheri curl activate a rock in the plastic bag with a hat on the top When niggas started to sag and gang bang Even if you didn't you had to claim Rockin corduroy hats with a crease on top Stealing fake gazelles out of the local thrift shop Reminiscing, drifting on a memory in this rap Welcome back, welcome back We keep it movin yall, we keep it movin yall We take it back yall, we take it back yall Welcome back to summer time expos in the park Beach cruisers padded with the black foam on the bars Welcome back cotter good times what happening now Sanford and son, the cosby show that my momma Gucci sweat shirt light blue furry ?? The feel of Mickey Mouse shirt that said yo baby yo Spuds mckensie pee wees dance doin the rutt Robocop, cabbage patch fake id in the club African medallion school days do the right thing I get raw still number one microphone fiend Reminiscing, drifting on a memory in this rap Welcome back, welcome back |
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(Gift of Gab)
Check it out... Gift of Gab... Fourth Dimensional Rocketships, Goin' Up To the ink on the paper from the top of the brain Ghetto youth zone rythms that are louder than pain From Suedo to Cali it's all the same, people in chains Where H2O Children cock it back and take aim See, just the other day I was catchin' a cab The driver came from his country to America to grab A slice of the pie, he said my people haven't seen The extremeness of hard times, I said "what you mean?" He said it's people in his country that would love to live Inside these ghetto's, they live inside of shacks, and the kids Don't see any kinds of education, boys and girls Starve and die, and no money when your country is third world I said "I yearn for change all over the map From a system deeply rooted in hate, it sets traps Crack, liquor stores, guns, plus our culture was robbed And we was taught self-hate, made to believe that God Was outside, denied free thought, feelin' the pressure Of the hellish eternity visions of, the oppressor With the long white beard, lookin' down I keep, hopin' it'll change 'til then, please don't expect me to get over it" Before I bounced out, I said "Peace, love Ain't no reason why nobody need to suffer in pov- erty, while others gettin' richer it's the same old song" Before I closed the door and bounced I told him "change gon' come" See I know they don't tell us that we really are Gods Dwellin' in infinity, through the power of now I spread the good Karma out, grab a pen and a sheet And empty out my mind, so the ancestors can speak through me I tweak the beats, rock, eat the beats up Dwellin' in the Fourth Dimension of spirit I'm goin' Up And it can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, ain't gon' stop Aim for the top, straight blowin' up It's like that (That's whassup) |
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[Chorus]
Come let's sit Where rappers have the rock flip scripts And count the 12 up in the mix Puttin down the Writz MCs walk within The round part off-way beat It took they on somewhere they drift Puttin down the Writz Ear duct probably jump into your mental When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into Just the clear-cut, uncut dope without delusion It's the sheer rough raw preach skills that I'm inflictin In the rear cut, now I'm just spot, peepin my competition Hear what mere mortals could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports Inferior years come and go, it's about to be one Here, cause now it's all I know And here's what they want, up jump the frequencies The Leer jet speeds like sound Surroundin poundin in your eardrum (Watch out now!) Make preparation for it, here it comes (Tumblin down!) For centuries to come and then some Rhyme's Menthol without the hedges And the benz son, time gets stalled A rapper's head is just a emblem on my wall I like to welcome MCs inside of my melodical Monster's Ball And yes, yes, yaaaalll [Chorus] Look out below, Sharky! Got a new machine and now I'm feelin kinda cocky When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky Rhymes intoxicatin like a warm cup of sake Sock it to me, rock it truly, we ain't never sloppy I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin oppositions Starvin carbon copy, rock me I'll be rockin noggin Startin wars in your apartment lobby, golly Rhymin like a Simple Simon, timin off and probly Gobblin all them arts I'm often flyin in the sky Sire with the higher fire Choirs till your psyche strikin mightily I cordially invite you all to [Chorus] MCGI, people call me Gift When I'm tearin up a party I feel no guilt I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt Verbal warlord 105, the zero look up at the scoreboard Got so high you thought I couldn't ever soar more Baby bye-bye, my rock is takin off (All Aboard!) Into the sky we travelin through sound corridors Way up high we take ya places that ya four-door Couldn't explore and leave the Coliseum tour for- Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes and a second Exactly and evermore [Chorus] |
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