Try This Featuring DJ Bokee

5. Try This (DJ Bokee) Aye yo my mans Tired of all these wack ass crews coming through, not bringing nothing new You know what I’m saying? Doing the same ole played out sound So uh…I think we should try something new You ready to try this? (Maxx 39) Lets act like it didn’t happen, weed got me so vexatious Stare at yourself in the mirror, over anxious or over gracious? Perhaps you need a facelift, words snap when I can chase it So when opportunity knocks I cee to it with open bass hits What does that mean you ask? Your mind’s a counter hoist the truth But when realizations come you cannot counterpoise the two Asking usually: what side of the street am I on? Positive acts succeed when devilish grins are gone Spawn a new seed of knowledge, open something historic Don’t pray to empty space, that turns phantasmagoric Find plasma to store it, your positive cells with equal balance So hard to cee through peoples malice, when trife lives leads cee through actions Like a director yelling madness into an actors tablets I fiend usually for something that matters with deep but accurate passing’s Lasting outlandish levels, losers can stare closely They’re smiling when they’re roasting to the ill words that I be toasting Post up in the shady spot. Sip, smoke and pop the poison Hoist faith through doors open ajar, however you’re indirectly so indecisive But they gave us smiles so cute Look at the problem from the bottom you’ll cee wise to the truth Do the good thing on the right foot; you’ll fit the size of the shoe Then you can meet me at crepuscule so we can dine with the moon I’m fine and my crew is a divine group of rhyme troops Combine loops with a tribe scoop; that means: check the rhyme duke BECAUSE (DJ Bokee) Ya’ll-don’t-know what you just stepped into Got yourself caught up, trying to front on my crew Come through, six pack of brew, plus two spliff’s Get right, get nice then shoot the gift Cause I’m too equipped when I move my lips And tongue-get it done on the two and ones Everybody in the spot, you can just have fun All the dumb bullshit, don’t worry bout none of that Bring it back to the program Sick of wack pop acts trying to rap on tracks, singing hooks on a revamped old school slow jam Look mom no hands, oh damn It’s all about the classic shit Make you do massive gymnastic flips At the same time on the scholastic tip And go spastic when the bombastic hit This ain’t no dapper Dan, I’m spending plastic fam And If you’re feeling this rhythm, then you should clap your hands He got a macking plan; he called her back again This one for all my women who just want to slap they man Yo I could be your friend; yes I could be your lover We could do this on the DL, like It was undercover I’ll be your secret agent, packing 007 But won’t be chasing cause I’m already living in heaven Me and my sister and brethren, packing the medicine, so let us In Lets begin to dissolve all the tension And then resolve all the issues-establish peace and respect Instead of gassing up your people, you should keep them in check (Maxx 39) We the dope rising the gain, we the smoke riding the flame This reminds me of Offspring on “Both Sides of the Brain” Get choked deciding to change tracks like a transfer at forty second A comic book author couldn't draw a weapon to us therefore I reckon You realize your words when you speak them, double edge sword you cast When you talk about how you whop ass then cry about your exes past, I laugh In the streets they invented hell through dented shells Over compensation for violence they like they play for the NFL Post concussion I wrote assumptions of my life and laid it You download it and played it, stored it in your special favorites playlist But the over hatred from fear couldn't take it, are you upset at me? Do you not respect the microphone telepathy? Best to be A breath to breath of polluted negative energy, I center keys Of pianos and straight vocals so you can try to read my recipe (But) how dare I be selfish, of self I be healthy but less of a selfless fish Baited over hatred, wealth and righteous help Just stop the train for a minute, and reevaluate It takes an hour to fully hate something, so now you wait over a sour taste Your powers wasted, you left the light on when you left I gave you this dope to do but do it to death, you ruin your steps When you walked into our area, the forward motion of truth Left you exactly where you were falling from, jumping from the roof (Dr. ****) Well done…. But for what purpose did you feel the need to search for freedom in your mentality? Ha-ha (Maxx 39) Freedom In my mentality? Well, I had to cross a bridge. You know what I’m saying? A bridge from, like, negativity to positivity. That allowed me mental freedom. Also deleting social diseases and you know, addressing to conformity that kind of helped to, you know what I mean?