Gift Of Gab [Blackalicious]

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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

[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]

(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)

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

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)

(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)

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