[Ad-lib: Suffa]
Come on
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Two sheets to the wind in a taxi
Two feet to the wind in the backseat
Two beeps to the car in front of us
Or one of us ending up wrapped round the chassis
Thinking ‘bout these rhymes, and what they gave me
Sounds out this world, but a microphone and
Two turntables saved me
Took me ‘round the world and bought me a home and
I’ve seen all these other crew's bank too
Not knowing all the ways people helped ‘em
Might not ever get a damn thank you
But they’re sure ‘nough gonna get a you’re welcome
Matter fact, I ain’t leaving, I was here first and
I don’t believe them, I was here bursting
Listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin
And missing out on being there for people in person
'Cause we don’t sleep when we’re working
We don’t bleed when we’re hurting
We wear our heart on our sleeve and I’m certain
That we’ll feel the burden till we call it curtains, you feel me?
Do you feel me?
This that light inside the core that can blind with its force
It’s the writing on the wall; light it up on the porch
It’s nineteen ninety-four, five mic’s in The Source
It’s a mighty; mighty roar from the crowd and of course
It’s this
Do you feel me?
Come on
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Two sheets to the wind in a taxi
Two feet to the wind in the backseat
Two beeps to the car in front of us
Or one of us ending up wrapped round the chassis
Thinking ‘bout these rhymes, and what they gave me
Sounds out this world, but a microphone and
Two turntables saved me
Took me ‘round the world and bought me a home and
I’ve seen all these other crew's bank too
Not knowing all the ways people helped ‘em
Might not ever get a damn thank you
But they’re sure ‘nough gonna get a you’re welcome
Matter fact, I ain’t leaving, I was here first and
I don’t believe them, I was here bursting
Listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin
And missing out on being there for people in person
'Cause we don’t sleep when we’re working
We don’t bleed when we’re hurting
We wear our heart on our sleeve and I’m certain
That we’ll feel the burden till we call it curtains, you feel me?
Do you feel me?
This that light inside the core that can blind with its force
It’s the writing on the wall; light it up on the porch
It’s nineteen ninety-four, five mic’s in The Source
It’s a mighty; mighty roar from the crowd and of course
It’s this
Do you feel me?
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