Late night bout to take uh ride
Through the city on the westside
Call the hommies it ain’t no surprise
RIP to my niggas like
All the years & the sacrifice
Pray we make it to the afterlife
Try to maximize
Your potential
No more trippin right, just survive
On the mission to position life
Independent hommie realize
That we kings lemme emphasize
Evil forces try to improvise,
Little voices talking suicide, you decide
On the choices, like uh man provide
While ya hands untied, by ya side
Find the guide to ya paradise
Getting high hommie testify
Feel the vibe, bless-ED you & I
One time for my lady for right
Living legend lemme step aside
Sent from heaven better recognize
This is exercise
(For the mind never jeopardize
Simple times sit an visualize
Try an memorize
Real hip hop verbalize
Hands creeping down her waist to her backside
Right, right, right
……
Cold chilling
Dope dealing
People looking numb like they lost all feeling
Yet we fall kneeling
Pray to god lord willin
Cause it all goes down in the city
Kicking raps in the ghetto
Take uh pull from herb inhale then I let go
From the head slow, one time for ya mind let it echo
Lines that are special
Mind influential
So sentimental
Its not accidental
The way I assemble
Rhymes that are gentle
Flow deferential
Cali residential
Growth exponential
Looking out the window
Hell what I been through
To hell where they send you
Excel I continue
We live at the venue (ohh, whats that)
You smelling the menu
food for ya mental
Kitchen on stage cooking food that I’m into
I kick elemental
Old- school patterns 89 what it is ohh
Westside chilling too
Shouts out lets go
Whole world feeling who?
(2X)
Cold chilling
Dope dealing
People looking numb like they lost all feeling
Yet we fall kneeling
Pray to god lord willin
Cause it all goes down in the city
Ol' Burger Beats produced this lovely folk-jazz album, the first ever recording from his father Hans Peter Neergård. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2023