VERSE 1

Just touching down into town
Gain my bearings
Look around
Take it all in and let it inspire the sound
Touch your soul in a way
Have you say it's profound
Then you'll know how i flow
Is how it really gets down
It's like a meditation
The words shift & shaping
Sitting on they side waiting for me to tilt them
Bend and rearrange
Watch the picture change
Even without moving the frame
Like I'm David Blaine
This ain't no trick or game
Or even make believe
Creative energy
Can't hide it up my sleeve
So i wear it all over me
For everyone to see
Ain't hiding from nobody
Cheapest for form of therapy:
Can take a thought and twist to a melody
While everyone is telling me
I rise against all odds
I'm not Jamaican, but I got THREE JOBS!
One of which has me eternally tilling the sod
'cause anything else would mean my children i rob
Can't live with that
And the fact I brought them in
Not wishing they could go back
Or contemplate a back track
I'll rest when I'm dead
Or, maybe write this rhyme after i put my kids to bed

HOOK (x 2)

Folks were sleeping on my plays
[that was 'til i made a touch down]
Had nothing to say
[up until i made some touch downs]
Create my own rules to this game
[all the way to making touch downs]
And it's only getting better
Suggest you stick around


VERSE 2

Leave it up to Grazz(hoppa) to lace me with a beat that knocks
He's like my Belgium brother
So i roll up to his spot
Concoct some southern goodness
Steaming hot from the pot
Got him and Mo drooling at the dinner table
Giving props
What good's a gift if you don't share what you got?
So i leave some recipes for la familia
And we play beauty shop
Minus the rumors ands the drama
And we smoke a ton of pot
Manila envelope of euros
Stacking my tour knot
Check the currency converter
Add to my shock jaw dropped
U.S. Dollar is so weak
Kills my plans to shop
Promoters paying me in euros
So i come home on top
Not to mention loot from vinyl
At every tour stop
Get the beauty from my Mom
And stage presence from my Pops
Diva when the spotlight's on
But casually it's flip flops
'cause no matter where i go
The Cali in me never stops

HOOK (x 2)

Folks were sleeping on my plays
[that was 'til i made a touch down]
Had nothing to say
[up until i made some touch downs]
Create my own rules to this game
[all the way to making touch downs]
And it's only getting better
Suggest you stick around