(Intro)
It's been a long time coming
But I'm here
CG
Come together like
We gon' have fun y'all
Introspective Minds
Yo! Boston, The World! Holla At Me
(Verse 1)
Tailor Gang No Whiz I was made to flow
Word to Trey now we got the name your neighbors know
Charmingly Ghetto, yeah I know it fits right?
I'm on that double consciences sh**, so here's a tip right?
What You Need? 15-20%
Before I do I need some Henny to Vent
Cause It always takes me effort to breathe
Before I ever would leave
Without dropping knowledge word to my seed
Got the children listening, I be molding they minds
Cause I overstand the fact that they are molded by rhymes
Let's take a second real fast, let it marinate
Throw the chicken in the freezer, n***a this is the ether
In the psych pod, I know that's right
Yo my man you quite fresh but it's cold outside
Wait, think about it, don't take no offense
They hating' flow ride smooth like my hoop-tie with tents
(Verse 2)
Hit the scene blessed
Yes n***a I'm so fresh
Spend it on the top, know the Bean's all set
As we approach the climax of my frequency
The ladies wet, why they come so frequently?
I know why, Cause I take my time
And every rhyme is irony and on Jamaican pine
Take a sense, see it inhale and let it lift me up
And ganja telling me the people ain't getting enough of the real
(Nah!) That's a movie, directed by Fukwa, edited by Spike
Cameo by Halle Berry (It's A Hood Dream!)
And The Title called "The Recital of the African Idol"
Damn, last of a living breed
With no PhD, I still deliver the seeds
Yeah they open they eyes getting they lesson
Choice of my weapon by the mind you receiving your lesson
From God's Child
(Hook)
I think I got time for 1 more Rhyme (X4)
Putcha Hands Up (X4)
Yo I think I got time for 1 more Rhyme
(Verse 3)
I got a lifetime to write
Before my wife ignite my flesh
f** it son, the ground ain't worthy to hold the flesh of a King
What I've seen is the top of the clouds
Not only when I'm high, You'd be surprised!
Like it's your birthday, So here's a couple of gifts
I developed off smoking on a couple of spliffs
And a couple of drinks shouts to the bartender
Out! She was breaking the rules
I was buying the bar, now the liquor is sponsored
But ere are monsters everyday, it's a happy Halloween
And my teammates gambit, we ain't throwing no cards
We in the back posted up, and we burning down hard
Chilling reaching the God, before it's k**ing my lung
This for the people in the slums as they struggle for one
Charmingly Ghetto, Two Meanings in One, Son