[verse 1] Lord finesse is the brother that you have to hear I flow smooth like clouds in the atmosphere I'm spectacular, so damn terrifyin That wack mc
and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover
I won?t let this die. I know I?ve got a friend up in the atmosphere, and another reason not to fear the sky; no, not tonight. I wrote this note,
my dash Got a pop spot, to hide my stash Hide my trunk, see the baby gash Mild dog, is super meals Drop my top, feel the atmosphere Tweety singing, loud
a jammed knee cap Make the healthy get sick And your fam handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack Your school, home, your bitch house Pull my nine
Staring down the boulevard Crescent heights the city lights the way To another wasted day Shiny cars and shooting stars California dreaming in my ear
Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My
There?s a dead man in my bed, she said And though he keeps on taking notes I swear this ain?t some kind of hoax Dead man in my bed Now she?s in
go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still
life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover
the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples!
a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my