TomC3 - Uphill... Strange lyrics

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TomC3 - Uphill... Strange lyrics

[Kool Keith] It's me! (It's me!) Tom, Tom C, the abilities Brooklyn, the destination The world has to emulate And everybody on the side of my man, pick a state Everybody, the pro, the tools Afterparty celebrated ESPN Saddam and Eyewitness News is a hater Fans follow me, Janet Jackson's father Joe asked me for my autograph In the Sheraton Hotel elevator Down the corridor, be in 54 Metallic porcelain platinum sprinkles on the floor Towels with my initials, spotlights on my bathroom Cameras watch you, alarms around the bathtub Monitors watch the mirrors and the toilet tissue Recline chairs, recline and stare, automatic feet suspension That's right, the automatic feet suspension [Chorus] Times change, uphill Time to rearrange the downhill flames Times change, uphill strange Times change to downhill range [Kool Keith] Recline chairs, that's right Look at you through, see-through walls Captain Morgan from another dimension, you're taller than me But in the reality, smaller than me microscopic How y'all gettin on them cheap private jets I'm leavin the Hamptons with a professional chaffeur Takin a helictoper down to Florida, petrol rockin with no suitcases 8000 billion dollars in my pockets City bling metal pants, price 10 G's Slacks locked to my body, only Brinks has two keys [Chorus] The uphill strange Facin uphill range The uphill strange Facin uphill range [Kool Keith] With the "fasten seatbelt" sign on Movin two billion miles an hour, free men findin machines 10 times, faster than the 94-4 Porsche Leather couch in the dining area Lamborghini dashboard I get from Denver to Germany in 8 minutes Rocketship Enterprise, with two-way trips to Guatemala, Venzuela The average guy gonna move like a sailor Sellin 2 million records, he couldn't afford basketball gyms And information piled as great as spades Lookin down at the small mansion, flyin over the Everglades Calabasas to pool party Automatic navigation, gravity on the patio The NexTel floatin sippin Olde 800 Power talkin, Stetsasonic, Daddy-O With the Yankee jersey, the Atlanta Falcon on me 200 thousand dollars worth of stuff, a pack of Pokemon cards I'm stokin ya yard, 600 major league baseball cards From game grow, the same so I'm down to earth, with a humungous ego [Chorus] The power people The power sequel Uphill range Goin downhill strange