Union City Love - Inner Voice lyrics

[Excerpts from the “I Love Quincy” 1984 Herbie Hanco*k Interview] Never say never, they say you can't, what I tell you? I'd let you but every time that I do you Pacquiao the vow and disallow the cash cow the eat gra**. So flash back to the future when the sutures have healed and peel the label back to reveal: the true meaning of school is to figure yourself out; not spout a pool of your blood. Good tidings sent from above and sprinkled with a little love I came here to share the message that I've dug: fisting cuffs is rough. Halleluiah study about a thousand hours less than I should but it's all good. See this music here? Eats the peace, teach Repeats, all inside a little high on life, eye on Zion flight. Into a Paradigm. Lime, Don Julio, Busta Rhymes. On the LPs we sleep. Got an obsession but hardly learned the lesson. Ice cold greed you Really got to bleed before the speed of life pa**es you by, pa**es you by. I cannot lie, got no alibi, just laziness, ignorant bliss, and ice cold hits The inner voice speaks to you, teaches you, corrects you, don't shut it out. Learn when to trust your instincts and the whereabouts to your dreams it seems and all the steps in between, is not easy as it seems. Violently we see TV, news, DVDs, overloaded information export exchange. Given to you to rearrange in your memory Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, off in a cloud next to Claude Van Damme, Halle Berry, and the cast of Space Jam. A gla** of apple cider and a plate of ham. Definitely we see the stones groan, puff out smoke, moan, artichoke blown, wipe out Rome no Pompeii. Oh no, you know the San Andreas Fault is a little bit overdue. I don't know about you but that'll be a historical event and I don't want to be there for that But it's the people that make you, the people that break you. The message here ain't even meant to shake you, but if you've got more bad habits than good, I want to take you on a-one-on one brain to sword allegory award. For a moment of your time I'd like to offer thoughts of mine from beyond The Vine Repeated through time, refuted through rhyme. All it ever really takes is concentrated will and luck divine to clime the spine and chime, rewind. I line holograms in my brain of memories that I that I've seen of dreams that seem unattainable. Extraordinarily Explainable. We pull the bull away from the cool, the things that make you drool. We dual with time for blessings divine Personally mapped out life timelines. I find no reason to reason with the ones committing treason. If you can imagine the situation, imagine the situation is in a land without money my man. Without structures of power, without cutting anybody test your reasoning, our reasoning is stopped dead in its tracks without seeing the chains pulled over our backs. Cut the chains if you dare but never act on desperation holding your hair I swear think it through, before you cannot undo the damage from the chocolate fondant. You wouldn't want to be you. We do what it do. But the chocolate metaphorically is a symbol for humanity and I rouse the crews to defuse the news, get it in a bottle and lose it off to sea. We be the who see and think and feel. Repeal, wheel and deal meal. I stop, heel, kneel, crouch, wait to aim, and steal the real tips. Lobotomy. Hips. Autonomy. Kiss. Deuteronomy. Hits with licks from sticks like whips, splitting skin off the mountain tops. I wish that it was clear, I fear drear and those that cannot steer: get back in your lane and reappear as you. On guard with two shoes, truth, body armor, shield, sword, helmet, and bruise some blue hues and IOUs into dues then move smooth and groove [Herbie Hanco*k Interview (cont.)]