El akili too bad
Ask Ydee
This and that
Them too dey yarn
Weezy knows
T black knows
Running through the maze of life
Only one man can call it time
Shooting shots till I’m lost of rhymes
Mos def this rhymes rooted in black thoughts
Throw these words back and forth but money still pendulum
Still tryna catch a focus
The cameras getting actions from my passion
Smile on my face, and most times I’m praying
Only paper chasing but still gat these haters preying
It’s realer than you think, swear a niggas been skating through his demons like Katy Taylor
Still tryna patch me a jacket like a tailor
It’s a cold world that I’m living in
I stopped sipping lyn
Still a nigga rhythmic
Puppeteer state of mind but the strings pulling me
The know el akili be thе fucking wickedest
They asking what I'm bringing to thе table cause a nigga ain’t gat no label
Still I’m dropping bomb blasts with hot sauce, I’m conscious
Dropping these bars with energy I’m ever green
Ever cream, ever sleek, mehn I’m heavenly
Yeah they know a niggas heavenly
Ten years later
Circle still tighter than your bitches punani