Alex Nicely - Music Maker lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: bcap] Music maker can you hear me? I said I really need a minute with you I got so much going on in my head and I don't know what I'm suposed to listen to Music maker can you feel me? I think I really need a minute with you Even if you ain't got the time, I think there's something that you gotta do [Verse 1: Alex Beguin] When the pen cuts the paper the ink bleeds my meaning Verbal in my vascular, my cardiac is beating Reeling from the feeling with my meeting with the being Standing in my spot though the other side is greening Y'all can check me by the records I'm just waiting for my feeding Eating up a lesson that the Music Maker teaching Listening close like it's a christening toast Every second make it last like it's mattering most This Press family man, they feeling the vibe They feeling on themselves cause they feeling alive So when we reach for the sky, we do it in peace So love starts to grow when it rains in the streets In the shuffle of sneaks, khakis and the tees This generation now is becoming the chief So every letter I write and every grip of the mic I'm speaking myself closer to my role in this life [Verse 2: face of fate] We're immortalizing stories from the glory of warriors Soldiers, sinners, lovers, fighters dying BIG and Notorious If we live like some vikings then we're gonna die like some kings Will we hear the knock of opportunity to speak this again? Here, come closer so you can see how we feel The Music Maker makes a super sloppy double deal So if we double dare For every leaf peeper to spleef reaper To listen up and pack reef meters to kief leaders That's tweaking meters on their t-teeters You wanna beat this reader? Then Sissy-Strut like The Meters This is my time to make music and find rhyme Unwind Now my mind's very fine every time [Hook] [Verse 3: bcap] Like Icarus once I flew too close to the sun Rays melted my creation Cracked my skin In fact my hunger pains to be among the sons of sages relapsed While underlay the undulation of my nation's ethnocentrication Through radio stations and television commercial placement I heard the curse that swept the universe like pyramids to Masons Eyes to dollar bills Sanskrit to Indian hills Attention deficit to blue and yellow purple pills Together we can make it if we try Keep peace in mind I love the way my people taking strides these days [Verse 3: Alex Beguin] With the sun beating down I wipe the sweat from my brow Let the stress float away like it's a cumulus cloud With no sort of lack in humidity I search for some humility It's the utmost tranquility It's filling me Picking me up I'm sipping up my cup and wishing I believe in some luck But we all got to believe in diversity Cause that's how the universe works you see [Verse 3: bcap] You got to be like the matador The man the people clapping for We tend to mad explore The catacombs of animal instinct like the bull that travels back and forth Pulling market wool over the full wide open information that they're asking for Triple the task or more Toast your gla** to those who pa**ing forth hope And coping fast Cause most will post you up and joke you over lands you never pa**ed before Hands up in the atmos for the music got your a** up off the wall you keep your back upon