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burghtown - fly time lyrics
[intro: prototype]
can you turn my headphones down a little bit
yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s good
uhh…yeah it’s ya homey p to the hyphen
i’m real fly man
i’m real close to g.o.d. man (believe it man)
and this is not a test…just in case you was asking
i come with that poetic justice
[verse 1]
i move words with imagination
cocaine on a page, no exaggeration
and you can say i’m impartial to confrontation
but when confronted by a hater i’m uh exclamate em
well know for being expletative…so what you saying
for black on black crizzy, i’m a native
i’m having fun like, what i’m spose to do
i order a shot of whatever’s hot a pull up close to you
see…when molecules move at velocities high
then that creates the heat that makes our time fly
it’s science
velvet rope here to fore
around this time, gift would use a metaphor
my ambiance is like the perfect storm
i can sit back, relax and watch it all from the porch
(all i need is a gl-ss of peach tea schnapps nigga…i’m uh sit here and wait for storm chasers to cut on the cameras)
[hook and verse 2 intro]
smooth shit…foreal
there’s a such thing man…as being too fly
a nigga can’t keep the air force off of him
priorities get crocked…before you know, you in a jam
so what happenned…
[verse 2]
my good man, it’s elementary
some good men get sent to that penitentiary
some good men stay working for that delivery
while some deliver with intents on ducking sentence for a long stint
i…write sentence with sentiment
not the sugar or cinnamon scented, though we far from the innocence
we closer to the gavel and the double digit integers
my peers is on the stand but i don’t recognize the liver percentage of them
do you…feel me like braille
i k!ll time with ale…chased with nyquil
for fear that in time i may fail to excel
microsoft…type in the loft just for your entertainment
this is burghtown the rhythm nation
your time flying and you losing patience
or you crash and you burn…then you laugh and you learn
or you die stranded, starving on an iceberg like, what the f-ck happened man
[outro]
yeah
but until then…i’m uh stay fly man
on my nasa shit (oh boi…nasty)
shouts to my nigga dj
xeno what’s good man
my cousin quest
i still got you on them xxl mags baby
yeah…and i
buck 50 shit….daaaaamn
black inc…burghtown
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