Live From The Glitter Dome
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about
After years of searching for a specific sound Bridge Kids Media embarked on Manhattans first public release “Live From The Glitter Dome”. Live From The Glitter Dome was essentially a personal project for Manhattan but after much counseling from Business partner Kareem Blair and producer M.I.K.E SEE he sought out to make the project his first offering. Manhattan and M.I.K.E SEE developed what is known as the “Dough Boy Sound”, a completely organic/synth sound that keeps a Hip-Hop rhythm but allows melody to carry out in a song.
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released 24 June 2010
Released by Bridge Kids Media, Daniel Pierre (Executive Producer), Kareem Blair (Executive Producer), M.I.K.E. SEE (Production), Beat Bully (Production), Kenny McDonald (Engineer), Christian Rich (Production), Skyzoo (Recording Artist), and Sosa (Recording Artist). Recorded and Mixed at No Mystery Studios New York, NY.
Released by Bridge Kids Media, Daniel Pierre (Executive Producer), Kareem Blair (Executive Producer), M.I.K.E. SEE (Production), Beat Bully (Production), Kenny McDonald (Engineer), Christian Rich (Production), Skyzoo (Recording Artist), and Sosa (Recording Artist). Recorded and Mixed at No Mystery Studios New York, NY.
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- Track Name: The Glitter Dome (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Manage a moment so frozen
inside your brain
it holds it
its like a zip-lock
its preserving
all your hopes growth spurts
Mostly I don’t change
What I say is like a slogan
We live fast, die young
And Leave our handsome corpses
Of course you’re wondering
What’s the connection with This glitter
My frozen thoughts get broken
Split up into different pictures
That’s why it shines and sparkles
Shit…this is so impromtu
Hello my name is Manhattan
I’m spitten off the bar stool
See this is reckless
This is alchaholics starting carpools
This is me speeding
Driving off the tri-borough
Uh oh...
the wind-shield glass is in my head now
Fetch me a wrench
And I’ll attempt
to get these Fragments checked out
call this the glitter dome
it’s not identical
this is how you think when you shine
and try to drop a jewel
the light bulb on-top of my dome
is a stroke of genious
this be that dough boy sound
that’s pumping through
your speakers
your gonna gravitate
to this ultra magnetic rappin
but be for-warned
what your in for is not your average anticks
I aint gon bore you baby
Im more like Scorsese
I be the googfella
They just trynna portray me
And you could buy my swagger
At the local bodega
In the back room
Where they keep the coke or montega
So never ask why my swag
Lasts all day
My brainstorm formed it
In a broadway doorway.
Chorus:
You are in it now
You are in it now
You are in it now
You are in it now
Got no friends with me
Just my enemy’s
Got no friends with me
Just my enemy’s
Got no friends with me
Just my enemy’s
Got no friends with me
Just my enemy’s
And them shiny things
They are blinding me
them shiny things
They are blinding me
Me…me
Me…You are in it now
You are in it now
You are in it now
You are not at home
In the glitter Dome
In the glitter dome
In the glitter dome. - Track Name: Anywhere Else But Here (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Theres a war that’s going on
Not outside but more indoors
In the mind of lonely boys
Where their learning to enjoy
All this broken glass and noise
Its as normal as their toys
Their enammered with the hazards
Of these dollars and these coins
Listen baby, I aint sayin
That my actions are excused
But my school systems is whack
And theres steroids in our food
We got ten year olds with tits
We got minors who can lift
More than twice their body weight
From their waist up to their chin
They want to know why
Where aggressive
And we feel so disrespect
And at four-teen percent
Aint that more than a recession
So you add to that Inffection’s
of this HIV is spreading
and you tell me who’s in charge
since ya answer to the president
I exploit what I know
I can not take what I owe
If this game is oversold
I can not tell you what I told
This is poetry in motion
Im moving it like coke bricks
Im more than just a colprate or a victom
I am both this
My genra is POP
And its screwed up and chopped
A collage of my times like
Herren or basquite
This is more bigger than Pac
This the ode to killing cops
This the prelude to Ice Cube
Right before he shaved his top
I took part in every crime
I abused my youthful mind
I drank most my life away
And threw the dice like deuces wild
But my gambles not substantial
To a mother with her hands full
With kids that eating caned food
And im rappin over samples
From songs she heard in her day
And im changing all the wordplay
But see I aint really said
How this accured up in the first place
So now im paying homage
Like bombers do alah when
They sittin in that star-bucks
With alarm clocks in their garments
Or marines scream hoo-rah when
They killing them some hajis
I squeeze another cartrage in
And hope I hit my target
I know this seems extreme
Believe me I can see
How this shit can come off preachie
While you trynna puff your weed
But that mother that I mentioned
Is offended by my lack
Of memory, while rendering
These sentences in rap
Sometimes when you watch
Your chain aside your watch
Too long you lose focus
And them links become like locks
Don’t try to think outside this
Cause really theres no box
Theres only streets and aves
And the people on your block
This is shock treatment for hipsters
Who think they aint statistics
That gangsta shit is happening
Weither not you listen
Im saying get involved
Theres ways for you to pitch-in
I stand behind my bars like
Im going back to prison
Don’t be fooled by these rappers
They all dying to floss
They’ll do anything to make you
Make a hit up out they song
Greatest trick the devil pulled
Made you think he aint exist
When in fact he’s in the flesh
When these rappers start to strip - Track Name: It's Nuthin (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Chorus:
We getting love out here
Its mad love out here
We getting love out here
Oh yeah…it aint nuthin at all.
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all.
Now I might Take a boat ride
Maybe rock a bow tie
Maybe load the four-five
Baby that’s just multi…
Tasking, hun really im asking
Most of these niggas
Think they be macking
Really that aint nothing at all
Come take a trip with me
Visually as you can see
Live with Bill and Hillary
Manhattans like the embassy
Flagging with my L and D
Set-trippin from vennace beach
Flight arrive at Kennedy
Really that aint nuthin at all
From the bottom to the cealing
And the chalkboard to the children
You can see times are changing
Like that song from Bobby Dillan
Everybodys insecure
But endure
If you see somebody poor realize
It aint nuthin at all
Like Rose
Poppin on a work day
Like yo whateva, close enough
Cause its just Thursday
Im here to show that
Giving loves dirt cheap
Hattings hard work…we getting love
And it aint nuthin at all
Hook 2:
At all…at all
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all.
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all
At all…at al
Now sometimes when you shining
People get to smiling
Like to see you good
Cause in a way it just reminds them
This could be far worse
Like when a fall hurts
Sombody’s on that Hurst
But that aint nuthin at all
Today there aint no static
You could walk up in the projects
With ya chain in all its glory
Aint nobody gonna grab it
Eighty-five degrees
And the breeze keeps passing
Salute the police captain
this aint really nuthin at all
fuck it im showing love
aint gon be no shoulder hugs
you my brother, you my sister
uncle Grip I owe you one
even to my Pops
we could poor on on the rocks
we could clank drinks…fuck the past
it aint nuthin at all
lets put the chairs out on terrace
put some ice inside my beverage
don’t need my Smith & Wesson
when Im with my niece and nephews
little bad ass kids making messes
and tell they moms don’t stress it
cause it aint nuthin at all.
Hook 2:
At all…at all
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all.
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all
It aint nuthin at all
At all…at all
At all…at al - Track Name: Countdown (Prod. By Christian Rich)
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Hook:
Count it down, count it down
Count it down
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
I know your steady waiting
anticipating
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
(Yup,Yup!)
I need you in my life
You need to know that
(Yup,Yup!)
cant wait till I get home girl
I know your steady waiting
anticipating
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
Brand new like a beat…No sampling
On top of the world Like Mason
Im sippin on Brandy too
Like its soda pop or a pop sensation
Lohan or duff ..Marc Jacobs
Duffle bag if shes on location
imma be there stat
we could cut like a scalpul lets play operation
im kevorkian when im all in
we could turn this clock back orange
that mean im docter strange love
I got a fetish for that pain and love
Cause to me they one in the same
Like one to the brain
The one you love
Can become insaine
Such a shame
Truck or train
Imma get home quick fast
We don’t never chit-chat
We just lift back
The Egyptian
cotton
and hit the sack
Spin a hit track From
Christain
Riche!
Hook:
Count it down, count it down
Count it down
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
I know your steady waiting
anticipating
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
(Yup,Yup!)
I need you in my life
You need to know that
(Yup,Yup!)
cant wait till I get home girl
I know your steady waiting
anticipating
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
3,2,1…
I need to that
Im always in your mind
Without a doubt
Yeah…without a doubt
No need to worry bout me
Cause you already know
What im all about
Yeah…what im talking bout
You are my only girl
My famous girl
My famous girl
You are the only girl
That’s in my world
Entire world
So hold me close
Like I been gone
Like I been gone so long
Yeah…baby girl I know its on
I just stepped in
Knew you was naked
Every second’s
Excruciating
Tuche im through fixating
Lakers beat Super Sonics
Its so ironic
I got the kush she got that cronic
Her bodys solid
Ist bronz
From chilling on the beach for hours
In Malibu
her attitude
Is very far from modest
She gonna tell them boys
to step off
Tonight you can put your
Press-ons
All in my back
Imma make you
Make you shake
Like a wet dog
This my session
Lets leave our accessories on
You could bite down on my big chain
Lick your lips this gold is glistening
Imma leave my DCs on
I been fiending for your love so long
I cant remember, refresh my thoughts
Yes of course!
Hook:
Count it down, count it down
Count it down
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
I know your steady waiting
anticipating
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl
(Yup,Yup!)
I need you in my life
You need to know that
(Yup,Yup!)
cant wait till I get home girl
I know your steady waiting
anticipating
baby girl just count it down
I cant wait till I get home girl - Track Name: Walking Contradiction (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Hook:
These words
These words
are so vain
im so vain
These words
These words
are so vain
im so vain
And all we know
we know
Is so false And untrue
What about you
Its not my fault
that im like this
I like Jesus
in my likeness
Its not my bad
Its more righteous
Its not you’re your problem
So don’t mind this
Im not a nice guy
Im not conscious
My only weakness
Is my kindness
Im a reader
That cant digest
Im a weed head
That aint high yet
I don’t come clean
Im too honest
I don’t lie
I just break the promise
It aint time yet
For this concept
Its too cold play
It aint clocks yet
Im a scienctist
But im side tracked
im too focused
On where to rhyme at
But the side tracks
Is where I rhyme at
I always go left
When I write back
Hook:
These words
These words
are so vain
im so vain
These words
These words
are so vain
im so vain
And all we know
we know
Is so false and untrue
What about you
I sleep lovely
But that’s funny
Cause I sleep alone
On a love seat
I am ugly
But im unseen
So I cant see
How you judge me
You don’t like the sound
But its catchy
If you catch the sound
With your black feet
This is practically
Too complicated
This is kid stuff
Im so calculated
Its for white kids
Who talk brown now
This for black folk
Who shop down town
It’s a system
So how its missing something
It’s a recipe
Written clumsily
It aint saying nothing
Im just saying something
Im a Ragan baby
That’s just sayin something
Economically
Im a zomby
With the words I speak
Honestly
These words
These words
are so vain
im so vain
These words
These words
are so vain
im so vain
And all we know
we know
Is so false and untrue
What about you - Track Name: Where Do We Go ft. Sosa / Faraway (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Where do we go
From here
my dear
Where do we go…
Where do we go
From here
My dear
My dear
Where do we go
From here
My dear
Where do we go
Where do we go
From here…My dear
My dear
I aint gonna speed up
I’ll stay and feed the meter
Complete sentences
That are squeezed in easier
Freezer burned raps
For the class time capsule
Tell them little rascals
Im a bad example
What could have a child talking
Like a wild orchid
Easier to laugh
When its hard for her to cry
Stars in her eyes
Paused in a time
Where im lord of the flys
Laws she abides
More similar
To the chords in my rhymes
Every sylible
Drowns out the noise in her mind
She knows I’ll be gone
By the time she awakes
Its worth every penny
For a night of good sleep
I’ll whisper you dreams
Over Mike See’s beats
How hanus do it get
That remains to be seen
My god son posed to me
A question of conscience
Whre do emcees go
After you body them
Try to understand
The recipe for an omlette
Love the smell of napalm
Early in the morning
Call me reckless
Or irresponsible
Call me collect
And I’ll respond to you
Call what you saw
Fell far from the nebula
Ex marks the spot
If you spell it in algebra
Tell em that I came here
And rallied up pastors
Tell em that I asked them
To pray for these rappers
Love on the rocks
Got bums on the block
Heart broken over
What can happen when you on top
It’s a quick drop down
From the sky Believe me
Limbs never heal to evenly
Really
We are heart broken
We saw the promise land
Kicked off the trolli train
We aint have a token
White boy to fight for us
Inside the trenches
Bomb went off
I don’t blame the invention
Blame myself
Generals should prevent shit
Hence this is my
Enterance into redemtion
Revenge is a dish
Its colder than Tebet is
Lemonade still a
Popular beverage
It aint gonna stop
Cause we aint gonna stop
a lot of coins got tossed
Off the promanade
But this is my wish
And it didn’t come true
Imm a take em all back
Even this one from you
The ones who sit by
reading catcher in the rye
Wit glitter in their eyes
Meet me on time
We’ll depart and fly
To where John Lennon died
Imagine will be
My last heroic action
Where do we go from here this time…
Where do we go from here this time
Where do we go from here this time
Hook:
Where do we go
From here
my dear
Where do we go…
Where do we go
From here
My dear
My dear
Where do we go
From here
My dear
Where do we go
Where do we go
From here…My dear
My dear
Where do we go
Where do we go
I don’t know
Where we go from here
Faraway:
So whats our problem
Major malfunction
This orbit opens
For this discussion
So speak out freely
Like no one watching
As if theres meaning
Inside your nonsense
We’re irritated
And faced with
A life so
Complacent
I need more
A detor
From this form
Of slave ship
I feel so
concealed from
what life was
to these pilgrims
kiss this world goodbye
is my term of
indearment
you wanna hear something?
Check this out
Got a transmisson
From a planet visitor
Told me Christal
Taste like shit to her
Told me the money And fame we seek
Could never replace what is original
Things like what I said?
She said love
And original sin
Things like progress
And faith
Things that are
Right in front of your face
Things that happen when you pray
Things that guide your human race
Things you see from far away
Asked her come
Asked her to stay
We could react
And adapt to the change
We could use the other half
Of our brains
Move this crowed
From beyond the stage
Lets paint this town
Sushi salmon
Grafitti
In bad grammer
The concrete is our canvas
Our vanity
Is glamerous
We cant win
Without you
We need you
To tell us
Is this it
Heavens in our Back yards
And all our friendships
Are not our spare parts
There are no victoms
There are no spared hearts
Fate can be random
There are no terrot cards
Theres only faraway
Right here In New York - Track Name: Rusty BoxCutters Ft. Skyzoo(Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Hook:
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
Skyzoo:
I could pick it up
Where the pick-ups left it
As far as the penning
They pick up exits
Im drawn within it
So when they check in
I floored the limits
An they called me a leftist
Cool
I been writing left forever
And I only go right
To get the left together
No intro right
I left the header
So you and your right-hand
Could left together
Get it
Im pretty sure None of you got that
Propeller the letters
Cant none of you block that
(718)
where we double and hop that
live from the bottom
now who gon stop that
hmmm
I was waiting on a response
Tuned out
But I still kept the streets on
Sitting in the winners point
L and D tennis joints
Bow like money
On the back when we on
Sitting in the winners point
L and D tennis joints
Bow like money
On the back when we on
in the winners point
L and D tennis joints
Bow like money
On the back when we on
Hook:
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
Manhattan:
Jansport book-bag
Where my brain was
Blame the paper
Gold chain where the string was
Language
is painful to hear
If you care about the penmenship
It aint clear
Interior is funcsway
Some say
Im in love with a sentence
That runs away
Comse comsa..That’s france
For don’t fuck with him
If hes having a bad day
So parle
Wait for a minute
Back on the cordless
Phone With the antenna
broke off all the way
chalk trace
the dead poets that press foreward
let go of the button
this aint foreplay
garbickchalf
with a soviet saw blade
an army of one
so im ready to part ways
just throw me the car-keys
im death proof
when I get through
this traffic eject roof
yes
let the sun shine in
im at the drive in
of my so called life
this so bright
thats so raven
this my future
im your gracious
host
toast to the one called M
(212)
not a phone to ya chin
you cant dial in
the idol in
in this fashion
play the violine and I’ll rhyme to it
to me this rap shit is simple
break it down
to cyl-i-bals
I ridicule Bitch dudes
Ya raps don’t crack
They scratch like
My girls cut-i-cals
Bet you thought
I wouldn’t come wit it
This just me
Having fun with it
Didn’t it acur
To some critics
Ya dumb shit…Some lyrics
Make thunder hit it
One and a million verses
Sound like this
When purchased
This shits free
Downloaded
Bypass merchants
No freestyles
It defeats The purpose
If you heard this
your minds talking
im sonar
when I rhyme to the dolphins
what I say is bargan
kinda like
forty acres
or a project apartment
it’s a bitter-sweet
time for rappers
a ballencing act
clapping distracts ya
the applause
makes ya ass fall
to the asfalt
I latch on to rafters.
Hook:
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more
They acting like
My city don’t rap no more
Like it cant be a
Wrap no more
Fuck that
Bring it back once more
Tell em all
Bring it back once more - Track Name: Pathetic (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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By the time The track is over
You will feel embarrassed
Separate the melissas
The Lindas and the Sarahs
Roommate knows the things you did
When you was in pajamas
Plaster in my walls
Is very thin like they famished
Nasty shit you did to me in bed
Will never vanish
Chilling with ya man
But he know where my hands been
All up in ya guts or on your butt
When I slapped it
Fact is Manhattan had you
Jumping out the panties
Parachuting with bloomers
You prayed that you would land on these
Had to tell you wash ya twat
You smelled too much like mayonese
Now you trynna play me
Cause im talking to ya cousin now
Mad because I chose her
You came over and your toung was out
Thinking that it might persuade me
But your kung-pow
Chicking running wild
With what you lost in your prom gown
I wouldn’t kick it with you
In a round house
So get ya shit together bitch
or bow down
Hook:
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Everytime I go somewhere
You show up at the same time
Trynna talk load so I hear you
While I wait in line
Under twenty-one
So your game is very blatent
Im ashamed to say the saint-ides
Even made me wave hi
I changed my number
Why you keep calling
Bitch I launched your clothes
Like Marino on the dolphins
It must make you hot down there
To say my name so often
You really think I think about you
When im out in palm springs
Chilling with some georgous
brown skinned girls in coledge
more importantly no drama
its good karma
sad, you’re a black girl lost
just like the Darma initiative
I wish this chick
Would evolve like Darwin
Truth is I didn’t plant my seed
up in your garden
Running round saying that im foul
Cause you lost it
Gigi told me you was there
and you had an abortion
Girl you have a problem
why the hell are you so morbid
Hook:
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
You hate me you hope I die
But hate is such a strong word
That’s my word the way you talk about me
Hope your jaw hurts
Hope my name taste like
ass when you speak it
Jesus, you keep repeating it
Like the remix
I don’t see the reason
I gave you the sweet dick
I don’t need to brag
But my dick is Jackie Gleason
Honeymoon sex
Put my room on the Visa
Cause you a tellie slide
I just wanted to skeet once
Hope your knee jumps
So you can kick rocks better
I’ll drop the lever
Now fall through the floor whore
Exit the coridore
North of the bathroom
Don’t let the doorknob
Hit you in the ass boo
You got played like
A maze on my Cheerios
You’re a number
Like the ones in a serial
Scratched off, Back off
Stop spreading gossip
The truth is the condom
Washed down the faucet
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic
Your so pathetic
So so pathetic - Track Name: Manhattan Hears A Who (Prod. By M.I.K.E SEE)
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Cry…
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry..
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry, cry
Cry…
Cry…
You hear them talking don’t cha
So what they saying, nothing
If they don’t say this louder
That leads to assumption
This could get ugly hommie
Oh who they slinging mud at
Im georgous ,The rawest
Adore me, im flawless
So busy at buzzing
They never get nothing done
Damn
We over here cooling
Got nothing to do
With the music
We artist at heart
Its not an illusion
You smoke in the mirrors
We coke on the mirrors
Designer drugs for the new user
You hate me…screw it…pay me…we do this
Hook:
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry..
I hear them cry,
cry
Cry…
Cry…
Regaurdless we are this
No call for a conference
No need for a speech or
A sit-down, the conflict
Is more like
a sit-com…Within this office
Yes the
memo Hot off the…the presses
see we the original
bringers of swagger
these niggers
is trynna Xerox
the heat rock I cook up
remind you of something
like hustle
but so beneath us
from industry drama
to bitches in Malibu
we supply the topics
im young and im black too…listen, mirra.
Cry…
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry…
I hear them cry, cry
Cry…
Cry…
I hear them say their stronger
I hear you say their right
They say they’ve got my number
I say I hear them cry. - Track Name: Truthfully (Prod. By Beat Bully)
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Truthfully
I aint trynna brag bout my life
Truthfully my earrings
Got stones made of ice
Truthfully
Manhattan got a face you don’t like
Truthfully you hate
What im saying on the mic
Truthfully
I do this cause im so damn ignorant
Truthfully the flow is not hot
Its simmering
Truth is
im bout to step this up
like a balet could lift a jump
in the air… truth like Baryshnikov
truthfully
im like tighter than a nip and tuck
living proof you can make do
without the stimulous
truthfully
im down like one hundred million
that’s the cost of living
to get niggas out ya limozene
truthfully
one man whipped my whole crew out
cracked my surf board
I washed up at the luau
True how
My party of five Is only two now
How we done eating
I just cooled the soup down
Hook:
She wanna know life
And where im gonna be
Tonight
I don’t know bitch so please
Just give me
Some space room to breath
Bitch get off these
Bitch get off these
I don’t know…Why they hate me so bad
Must be
That I say truthfully… When I speak
Its all eyes on me
Bitch get off these
Bitch get off these
Truthfully
Nobody understands what they fear
Truthfully
A paperbacks more than it appears
Truthfully my dear
Im looking in the rear
View mirror and I feel
Like the truth is real clear
Truthfully
I rhyme like the mics in my hindsight
Backseat drivers
All up in my blind-spot
Truthfully
I came back for all of my nieces
Need to see a black man
Handling their business
Truthfully
Elite rappers know what I mean
When I say skys the limit
Aaliyahs in between
Truthfully
Tomorrow is promised to no one
Your no one till your dead
And your works in the MOMA
Truthfully
my comatose words still worry them
try to pull the plug
but my mouths still murmuring
truthfully
I touch the mic just like a janitor
Touch a fourth grader
Truth is im nastier
Hook:
She wanna know life
And where im gonna be
Tonight
I don’t know bitch so please
Just give me
Some space room to breath
Bitch get off these
Bitch get off these
I don’t know…Why they hate me so bad
Must be
That I say truthfully… When I speak
Its all eyes on me
Bitch get off these
Bitch get off these
She wanna know life
And where im gonna be
Tonight
I don’t know bitch so please
Just give me
Some space room to breath
Bitch get off these
Bitch get off these
