Northernplayalisticyellowcabmuzik

By ANTHM

On When We Were Kings

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I know exactly where I’m goin

If you know him get Lyor Cohen

On speed dial, better rebound, my shots are flowin

Trifecta, yup, right where I left ya, shot clock in the third trimester

Give birth to words and I bless ya

No I’m not sir luscious left foot

But I do step with my best foot

Slum beautiful with my fresh look

Don’t do shit that the rest could

I’m cruisin nothernplayalisticyellowcabmuzik

Stoudamire, Melo, draft choosin who gon’ add to it

I don’t stick to rules

Nasty flow like I be spittin out that chitlin juice

Slurring like I’m mixin booze

Do me a favor

From New York to Decatur

Tell ya neighbor that the fruit of my labor's braver than everybody

I’m talkin everybody

I get forever rowdy

Luckily you'd never fuck with me

Be like me never shawtie

Watch me, I am that entrée

That young Harry Belafonte

Run and tell ya auntie I’m that renaissance

Not like Langston, driven by my angst

Im livin and no thanks to you

Ive risen through ranks to do, amazing shyt

Me and my destiny’s relationship

Is chronically platonic can’t fuck it, I’m just embracing in it

Disappointments a bitch, never got used to her

Wasn’t feelin too superb, dancing with Lucifer

Ain't got silverspoon but I can feel the moon

Shinin while im grindin thru the night

You hear me fill the room with quotables

Doin my best John Lennon I

Remember why I told you me and DG are like Aquemeni

Far from fair-weather

Nevertheless I preface and say the day the tie severs

I’ll be Medgar Evars

Dead and gone, too clever to break

But if I talked to jay and dame, perhaps I’ll never relate