More love, less hate, more real, less fake More grind, less wishin' Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change Less rushin', more vision More franchisin', less
BURY MY PAST AT THE END OF THIS SONG EVERYTHING BEHIND SO LONG you can take the road less traveled SO LONG you can take the road SO LONG take the road less
Going back and forth inside my shut up brain again (You gotta let her go, gotta let her go) Worlds apart, I'm torn apart, I'll stall up my senses (You
to march to the beat of a different drummer And it all might come together And it all might come unraveled On the road less traveled For the road less
What's in the wake of humanity? What's in the way? Walking acrobats completely blind, all walking the same way. All the roads are all alike. They're dark
but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat Creepin' up my
would be painless Can't be mad at the world 'cuz you and your girl ain't famous 'Cuz you both on bait, BBC and chain less Also your range less, therefore
a lot of this nonsense. It's about relating back to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse
know this feeling, I know it from before Descartes through Hegel belief is never sure Dime store mystery, last temptation I was sitting, drumming, thinking
already scared I been called to every parent that guide us Not D.C. this whole fucking genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them commas But more or less
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Lil' children, dogs and cats Right now, you are listening to the incredible drum patterns of DJ Mannie fresh, fresh
Manhattan From the roof of a friend's, I watched an empire ending Heard it loud and long, the river's Om Time marching on to a madman's drum Don't forget
of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8) Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages As a zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages There
better (repeat 2X) I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum
can palm two clouds boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the Lord?s book you n-ggas less rhymes more hooks more bucks but less love you hear them drums
fine wine She's going straight to my head The woman in red (The woman in red) The woman in red (See the woman in red) I'll settle for nothing less than
and observing the Sabbath Creates an ecstatic and there you have it From teenage love praying in tongue Strange fruit, batty boots and native drums
s barbe-cue Every rhyme lined up like steve harvey's do From the pies to the brick man Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand
