[Intro: Connor Ca**idy]
Ay what you doing man
Hey your world, just living in it
Yea
Boston Ma**achusetts
Home of the pride and music
And through the minds of the bent I could get away
At T's crib I can getaway
[Verse 1: Connor Ca**idy]
I'm tuned up
A new sense
Still pushing my drive then your new Benz
Still got a tight aim for the loose ends
Bettin' fools I could pay dues with my 2 cents
I'm hippy paint to your gray world
Black and white through the crowd like say word
They showing true color when you take away the pigment
And still ain't the same when you take away the difference in it
We splashing it all vivid
I'm flying with no engine
They running with all gimmicks
Right up out the blue like I sky fell
So stand back
Sit calm like I'm Seinfeld
Faded in the mind
A '95 product of the times
Tune navigation, new direction for the blind
24/7 battle 'gainst time
With the 617 on his side, let it ride
I hit cali for the In & Out
Got the normal scene on a different route
So they wonder what the kid about
Meet it through the views
Never know it 'till you live it out
90th minute winning from records that I was kicking on
Whaddup Zimma
Living by the minute don't got to capture the image
Ain't it dag, how me and music can get along
New control, mood switch it with a different song
And got Teddy on the level drop
Synth 'ton hit em' like a chill pill pop
Rhyme game patient that the ill kids jock
I love it for what it is
They hate it for what it's not
I'm no ash
No M
No Mac
No Adams
Not you
Not them, nah
With the lights of my own
I set the stage
Through the balance of the tones
I getaway
[Deep Voice: Connor Ca**idy]
Uh
New fellas ain't locking in
Same mix just dropping in
Why you sound like lots of them
Well, can't beat it better jock it then
Through the lights of my own
I getaway
New mic, new stage, new life, new gain, new price
Same vision, new hype
I could getaway
At T's crib I could getaway
Like a villain on the getaway
See the pedal break
And I could getaway