Fe La Soul

[Verse 1: Soul Khan] They got my melatonin hella open, y'all, I'm seeping on 'em But I'm so beyond that next shit, I'm quantum leaping on 'em And they're lambs to the slaughter, so I gotta feast upon 'em But J57 told me not to speak upon 'em Well, gotta get your, gotta get your, gotta get your bars up I connect that live electric shit that lit the stars up Y'all just bosses, I'm walking with a halo The way they're politicking got my mama sick, it's shameful This anglo's slick as a raincoat, Get vehicular mangled If you think you can range rove with This con queso-getter from Grayskull That delivers the fuego to incinerate them same old cliques They let the flood gates open, I don't like the result And I ain't concerned with swagger, homie, I'm an adult So fuck a photo op if you're still here for the music And holler at your man that be chilling with the chewstick [Hook: Akie Bermiss] And the people sing Can't you hear 'em sing? And they all sing So let's all sing And the people sing Can't you hear 'em sing? And they all sing So let's all sing [Verse 2: Soul Khan] Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ku-suck on my dick If you think that I ain't that sick You wanna clap that gauge? Money act your age I got a massive range like I'm satchel paige I'm living proof that even if you sacrifice You only get a lil' dap as your asking price And seems like the ink dried all too fast You signed on that line but all you ass Y'all some borderline barnacles, welcome to the chronicles So old school that my molecules got monocles Fine women caught a few, ice dripping? Nada. You Ain't built nothing but a little lego block or two Ain't a person I can shoot, that was a child once Who never got a chance cause he ran with the wild ones Rather sip a 22 than throw a clip in 22 Cause going to a funeral ain't really nothing fun to do [Hook]