J. Johnson - 7 Feet Below lyrics

[Intro: 7¢ HERM] Ay, Rich This here sound like Charles Mingus at Carnegie Hall.. Somebody get Plue on the ba** I'm on sax Feelin' like the prince of hard bop these days C'mon, let's grow [Verse 1: 7¢ HERM] It ain't the same dawg, psh, well she the same broad Then applaud, we the lords of the same cause Wha— What you said Maul? (Mauley Sincyr: "Yaheadme, I said it's flames dawg") Where they heart? We depart from the fame dawg Oh you a stain dawg? Pull that paint off You fraud given laud watch that rain pour Where ya brain Claude? In a chained stall You a slave on a rave in a strange world What a shame, girl, you a pain girl We could never be together if my sane twirls An insane world say they aim swirled Said I look like Crabman on My Name's Earl But I'm fading, oh, you shady Best you face the facts and stop waiting I was patient (Herm you slated) In a gazebo in grotto and I'm 7 feet below Enlisted the Grocery Boyz, so they jocking at our shows Dumping sh** all in baskets, asking about my brackets Seven, yo, that's my faction Still cursed to the crescent, but never lackin' in pa**ion [Bridge 1: OeauxNeal & 7¢ HERM] Crescent City the campus Educating the ma**es This affirmative action You—could never catch me 7 feet below Watch it grow Sittin' on the 3rd Coast (yeah!) On the gulf in a boat And now, I'm 7 feet below Crescent City the campus Educating the ma**es This affirmative action You—could never catch me 7 feet below Watch it grow Sittin' on the 3rd Coast (yeah!) On the gulf in a boat And now, I'm 7 feet below [Verse 2: The LandLord] I was born a bachelor What's a semester to some masters? (yeah) A step backwards if you asking 10,000 hours after, and that's just average Ugh, it could happen much faster (yeah) I used to practice while skipping cla**es Now I'm above the ma**es, trust it wasn't magic, this answers To me, questioning my actions (yeah) If I do the same sh** I did as a kid then how am I a man then? Life ain't Madden, I'm Aladdin This world is a b**h named Jasmine Got a genie trying to lead me on the path when He trapped and I'm free, why ask him? [Bridge 2: The LandLord] I don't know If I don't ask, I won't grow (grow, grow) I don't know (I don't know, I don't know) I'm 7 Feet Below (7 Feet Below) I don't know (I don't know, I don't know) If I don't ask, I won't grow (grow, grow) I don't know (I don't know, I don't know) I'm 7 Feet Below (7 Feet Below) [Verse 3: Mauley Sincyr] We supplying the ma**es, leaving n***as embarra**ed Flamer than plasma, and you gotta ask me Cause you already know When I hit it from the back, she gon' backflip But none of that sh** even matters when 7 Feet Below We need support, we don't need sympathy We need control Whatever level you on, do whatever you want Who am I to tell you, what's right or wrong Do it for self love, embrace being alone Keep it real with ya self and whoever come along Backwood or bong, light up the whole zone Free ya mind, c'mon, chillion [Refrain: Mauley Sincyr] Do it for self love, embrace being alone Keep it real with ya self and whoever come along Backwood or bong, light up the whole zone Free ya mind, c'mon [Combined Bridge: OeauxNeal & The LandLord] Crescent City the campus Educating the ma**es This affirmative action You—could never catch me 7 feet below (I'm 7 Feet Below) (yeah!) (I don't know, I don't know) Crescent City the campus (grow) Educating the ma**es (grow) This affirmative action (I don't know) You—could never catch me 7 feet below (I'm 7 Feet Below) (7 Feet Below, woah) Made... [Verse 4: 7¢ HERM] Watch me tame souls The rivers changed flows Fam hurt for a minute, but the chain gold Create and Save though (grow) Ain't switchin' lanes wo' Stay afloat, this line heavy Spreading love though [Refrain: 7¢ HERM] (Watch it grow) Sittin' on the 3rd Coast In the gulf on a boat Now I'm 7 feet below (Watch it grow) Sittin' on the 3rd Coast In the gulf on a boat Now I'm 7 feet below [Outro: 7¢ HERM] Feelin' like the Duke last time he missed the A-Train A stray horn with his faith gone 7 feet below With no room to grow We sound like a damn angry jazz band.. Lu already got round shades on like he tryna joce a poetic broad OeauxNeal w/ Maul choppin' down the boulevard And me, 7¢ HERM, collecting change for the platform ("Ching!")