1987

Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names With the skyline on it with the box link chain I'm wearing my frames They match my gear with their tint And you know Lagerfeld is the scent Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top "Strictly Business" is the album that we play "You're A Customer"; the pick of the day Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly approaches the window.. "Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more I was the one bearing the pitcher of water I rent the large upper room Furnished with tidings of your doom Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree." Yo Ralph is he talking to me? "No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected I'm the solstice of the day I bring news from the blues of the Caspian" My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers Turn the music back up - cause I'm the E-Double' "Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea And sound waves as I will Will you allow me to be at your service?" My man Ralph is nervous. He believes That this strange tongue deceives And maybe he's been informed that He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats Come on Jack, we don't have time For your bullshit or playin A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your mother? I told you I know you, now grant me a moment" At the gates of Atlantis we stand Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands On the plow till earth Till I'm now Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run And they run towards the light casting love on the winds As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning But I'm a pupil of his sight The wheels are spinning Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains Of a parched Somali village Red dusted children danced shadows In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs He was not honest She was not sure A great grandmother Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams And later doubting them But The night was young She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled Took mystery as her lover And raised light as her child Man that shit was wild you should have seen how they ran She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand 2Pac in lotus form Ennis'[?] blood on his hands She woke up on a vessel The land behind her The sun within her Water beneath her Mushed corn for dinner Or was it breakfast Her stomach turned as if a compass She prayed towards east and lay there breathless They threw her overboard for dead She swam silently and fled Into the blue sea La soh fa mi, re do, si The seventh octave I don't mean to confuse you Many of us have been taught to sing And so we practice scales Many of us were born singing And thus were born with scales Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands Sang a nightsong by the forest And the ocean was the chorus In Atlantis where they sang Those thrown overboard had overheard The mystery of the undertow And understood that down below There would be no more chains They surrendered breath and name And survived countless as rain I'm the weather man The clouds say storm is coming A white buffalo is born Already running And if you listen very close You'll hear a humming Beneath the surface of our purpose lies Rumors of ancient man Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky The moon's my mammy The storm holds my eye Dressed in westerlies Robed by Robeson ol' man river knows my name And the reason you were born Is the reason That I came Then she looks me in the face And her eyes get weak Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase [x2] It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladi dadi And when we rock the mic... And when we rock the mic... And when we rock the mic... But let the feminine side ignore the feminine side Let the feminine side ignore the feminine side Let the feminine side ignore the feminine side Let the feminine side... I presented my feminine side with flowers She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes