King Koncepts - Field Trip lyrics

KARMACHI Jogging on the outer rim of a record Mecca is so far from me- But the Chi is the long haul I call you, you call me Trade factual evidence of there ain't sh** to do So let's form a crew- Its us for only one power Hour after hour, we missing the points Joints n coke cans, but the Box Talk a good game, maintain That sentence is plagiary Majorly corps leaving us short Of one hit wonders for a fantastic voyage Gutter dialect Men we've been bit Way laid us, through a crystal tunnel Walking whirl pools, headed for the funnel FundaMentals at the steps Earn your respect after Aryan encounters Mounting the props as the cash flow drops No fame in my heart, just partin Startin to question if I lay it tape KING KONCEPTS One day punching holes it came to me Most hip hop was hella lame to me All seemed to same to me But we're gonna recapture the form While progressin wit the lyric Dope by spirit- Do you listen or do you really hear it? I love Jimi, Byrd and Coltrane Words with no names So what we really do is music, creation Check the beats we make, there's no identification God creates two, so with this in mind I, boarded my vessel with MYTHOS to the side Ya lied- Now ya must die a thousand d**hs With the chilling breath, I will board your zeph And with a check 1-2, you'll go down Take you to the place we call the underground View the transition, man shut ya grill, LISTEN! Man was made with two ears So that he should hear more than he talk Now walk, ride my Santuary We crossed the river Styx on a ferry I'm ya apothecary, in music Infuse you wit dope Fools be so concentrated, they be leaving out the pulp CHORUS At our backs is a desert of flowin Knowin your past don't mean you know where you going KARMACHI Escape outta inquisition, my mission Is to behold F.O., on a shoulder Gettin older and realizin That stereotyping and stupidity is clutchin To leave ya rep wit little or nothin Can we?- Break free and imagine Not having to listen to a crew of the same concepts At best, we just West when destitute Retired prostitutes from labeling pimps After this job, I'll own you for a minute I'll own you for a minute No limits, on heart felt freestyles and dark lab concoctions Just relax, its Koncepts and Karma rocking Enjoy it boy I'll be invisible for now But when I sit in a wheel chair Staring at the water by my beach house I'm livin round s**in grapes Pull a silver dread and ask me about our latest tapes KONCEPTS Ring the bell Montell cuz I don't like Ricki Lake I know where ya mind's at I saw at your wake Oops. I mean ya show- And all my people know That the way ya flow, just ain't gonna get no moe Some heads gonna roll down Telly tonight A long hot summer There's no more high school broads And men that act like high school broads That wouldn't give me the time of day Before June 16th And now we're straight riding the pony There's no more phony, fools If you want to go out the back door Do dat sh**! At least ya please ya self And as the spirit hits the filter Someone somewhere is discovering That the record industry is just slaves and masters Now which one will you be? We're comin---