[Lyrics Born]
The past is a dude who approached you and asked if he wrote you a note
And maybe quoted you a poem
Told a few jokes too, anything to see you front too
Who's who and who
It's a privelage the name is Lyricist
I must admit this is a bits embarassing
But can I peak your interest over decaffinated
Apple-cinnamon and licorice talk some jibberish
And we can reminisce about the history we're making right now
Live a little
Let your whims control your limbs
Let the wind uphold your wings
Let your friends stay home again
Just give into your sins and unfold your linens and unroll your ribbons
Don't give your body time to react, just relax
Just lean back, your seat back
It ain't no need to freak out, just leap out
It ain't no one way to do nothing baby
Sailing through the crap-shoot of life knowing where we're going
But don't evade me

*Chorus*
Cause I just love to merge myself into the microphone, and
When I shoot the gift I drift away when I rejoin and out of sight awhile
Sound of stopping time
I'm on cloud number nine
Fly with me
[Lateef]
See it like this baby
Like you got sunlight and then you got the shades
Got your grass bright green and then you got the pavement
Got your whole life the sights you've seen and things you did
And the gravy
The only place you're staying is the changes that you making
Grow, hold on, try and take it on yourself
But when you do it, when you get it it becomes, thrown away
Uh hold on
Know you're strong so keep your grip
Cause they'll be trying there best to trip ya
Still, you 'gon carry it on
You come so far and got infinite future
Keep the soul, the bloodline flowing on
It's like your mom says, baby-bubba
Don't you worry
You'll discover
A brand new place
Somewhere or another
Or you get your things straight
And in order
Better have your issues covered like the world reporter
Concepts over-flow over every border
How many will be getting this time important
Every moment that passses seems that time is shorter
Then you reach your ultimate height with all the colors
Represent your life, yourself, just know your culture
It'll keep you rooted in your mind unpolluted bloodline
Convoluted with the righteous result
*Chorus X2*
Cause I just love to merge myself into the microphone, and
When I shoot the gift I drift away when I rejoin and out of sight awhile
Sound of stopping time
I'm on cloud number nine
Fly with me