Mellow Flavor

歌詞

Yeah, yeah, sound like snitchin' to me It don't seem the same 'cause you put it to a different beat Your mind is blind from a condition called dehydrated third eye Take a break while I bust this rhyme On this level of enlightenment, you are not invited I know you don't like it, but we all have decided Filthy foot bottom, who shot 'em, I got 'em If I didn't do that, nobody coulda' have stopped him Spit sixteen verse, funky cold Medina the verse Every rhyme's from the heart and it hurts You wanna talk? How much Kevlar you brought? You wanna walk? How much insurance does that cost? Celestial metaphors transmit pure thought They are stored in the Akashic vault of the lord The lord thy god, kneel before Zod's iPod Iditarod drawn by white dogs Being shadowed by pale white horse Showtime at the Gallows of course, go in and go hard Cheat death to repeat life, rematerialize as light That's why critics theorize I'm nice I drink devil springs vodka, one more shot I'm a monster After four shots I become somber Release albums seasonably to prove what Hip hop means to me Operate the heaviest machinery Kundalini frequency, Quantum Leap DVD Negro dialect translated by me There is no real recourse to cure hollow heart When you worship false idols, idols are not God Envision Quetzalcoatl in a football area at the top of the oval Where townspeople go to witness the holy vocals go global Psycho-social, psychosomatic, silent soul food ...Devote to the untold truth...