[Produced by Bill Laswell]
[Verse 1: Grandmaster Melle Mel]
When Eve told Adam to try what he'd been told not to try
Adam didn't ask the question why
When the nefruit high
And the sky sent man on a quest for getting high
He blamed the high for seeing what God was seeing
He looked up and recreated at the same time more
In the combine, but the view was mine, split the
Scene.Reality of the 'G' the man didn't have that
Much brains or luck
All he wound up doing was getting fucked up
High off whisky or wine, high off champagne
High off lying & cheating & ill gotten gains, high lust &
Pleasure & pain, smoked dope.then came Cocaine
[Verse 2: Umar Bin Hassan]
Esay little toe, easy little rush
Easy off the illusion to soften the fuzz
Then the soul becomes the outer glee
The moment becomes exciting while begging to be free
Don't worry about it, I've got control
Don't worry about the madness lurking in my soul
So subtle, precise, so focused in goal
Truth becomes pretense, the lie becomes bold
The morning becomes glee, the night satisfaction
The night becomes open to fatal attraction
Pretty little girls and pretty little sides
Pretty little deceptions becomes pretty little highs
The movie, the song,the opening
Scene,the moment sparkled & then they become so
Mean.Slow-dance,fast-dance, fads moving into reverse
The imagination becomes doubtful and then a curse
So casual, so social, so pervasively used
What's good for the gander becomes deadly to the goose.Roses in corners & women in
Bars,so beauty becomes ugly & lost to the stars.Soft
Glances,become hard-core vision, half stopping becomes
Total decision,the beginning,the middle,the end becomes question
Morals are closed but are open to suggestion
Shady position without shaking the trees
Major destruction, in minor degrees
The demons begin to make their call
The power to be strong begins to fall
Slowly the days become indecision
Slowly the days loose inhibition
The seconds becomes minutes
The hours become dreams,& the dreams become insults and then wilting flowers
[Verse 1: Grandmaster Melle Mel]
When Eve told Adam to try what he'd been told not to try
Adam didn't ask the question why
When the nefruit high
And the sky sent man on a quest for getting high
He blamed the high for seeing what God was seeing
He looked up and recreated at the same time more
In the combine, but the view was mine, split the
Scene.Reality of the 'G' the man didn't have that
Much brains or luck
All he wound up doing was getting fucked up
High off whisky or wine, high off champagne
High off lying & cheating & ill gotten gains, high lust &
Pleasure & pain, smoked dope.then came Cocaine
[Verse 2: Umar Bin Hassan]
Esay little toe, easy little rush
Easy off the illusion to soften the fuzz
Then the soul becomes the outer glee
The moment becomes exciting while begging to be free
Don't worry about it, I've got control
Don't worry about the madness lurking in my soul
So subtle, precise, so focused in goal
Truth becomes pretense, the lie becomes bold
The morning becomes glee, the night satisfaction
The night becomes open to fatal attraction
Pretty little girls and pretty little sides
Pretty little deceptions becomes pretty little highs
The movie, the song,the opening
Scene,the moment sparkled & then they become so
Mean.Slow-dance,fast-dance, fads moving into reverse
The imagination becomes doubtful and then a curse
So casual, so social, so pervasively used
What's good for the gander becomes deadly to the goose.Roses in corners & women in
Bars,so beauty becomes ugly & lost to the stars.Soft
Glances,become hard-core vision, half stopping becomes
Total decision,the beginning,the middle,the end becomes question
Morals are closed but are open to suggestion
Shady position without shaking the trees
Major destruction, in minor degrees
The demons begin to make their call
The power to be strong begins to fall
Slowly the days become indecision
Slowly the days loose inhibition
The seconds becomes minutes
The hours become dreams,& the dreams become insults and then wilting flowers
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