Jus Biz

Lyrics

[Intro] It's not color. Color doesn't really matter anymore. It's you. Your personality, your character, the way you carry yourself. The only color that's important is green. You know...money. Green power So what you saying love? So what you saying love? So what you... So what you... [Verse One] The circle in my cipher surfacing Despite whatever's burdening my train of Contemplation relating my observations to it Music imitating my human inclinations Some use it infiltrating this culture they barely been exposed to Buried in the over I'm carrying under It's one in a mil', under surreal sunsets [?] Unkempt streets, my lungs breathe my surroundings These scenes housing my themes my [?] While eyes on open drama goes on like the domino effect It's only logical we searching for that pot of gold, designer clothes And finer items, our higher society afford it But that surface chase is basis of every MC's recording In accordance with the morning star I rose before thee 50 bars of metaphor, praising all two ways off the page Beyond the margin my sight, show up in the light Broaden my heights of mic/I might [?] with a similar pose But [Hook] She's steady telling me this ain't enough Hip hop be riffing while I'm telling her stuff Dig it, my music is more than just biz And what you asking for is something I can't give [Verse Two] That's that same ole' diatribe You might arrive at something innovative If you stimulated your end with basis and wasn't so skin related My pages consist of spaces of outlooks of looking out- Side the cubical The usual doesn't seem suitable Steady hunting for something unmovable beyond usable Beats, recycled lines, I'm siphoning the rhymes who make the vinyl Prime like the number with an instinctual hunger Under night's cover I write, roll with the universe A newly birthed angle is truly immersed beneath the reaches of this exterior orient Exploring the source of this hip hop, still caught on this corporate It's often just a shell of it's former self When it was more than record sales Forgot to tell these cats the origin that they came from So I'm creating, taking it back to phase one Where money didn't balance a man's equation She can't hear what I'm saying to her It go... [Hook] So what you saying love? This ain't enough? Hip hop be riffing while I'm telling her stuff Dig it, my music is more than just biz And what you asking for is something I can't give [Verse Three] The bottom line's not always dollar signs Recognize that we're running outta time I'm not inclined to take it much further than just some basement Where it's still remaining sacred, not your image of a superstar Wipe away the makeup, examine exactly who we are I'm writing this as suture scars Figure where the future starts to stay within the present And succeeding all they estimates I love the crib but where I'm thinking is well beyond this residence Travelling around the globe, returning home only to rest a bit Focusing on the emphasis, of what it is to MC This consequently evolving as this planet 360s This simply the path I'm destined to, well below the crescent moon There's several styles in my legion in which I'm lending lessons to Revolving at decibel You gotta hear just what it is I'm saying to you So what you saying... It go [Hook] She's steady telling me this ain't enough Hip hop be riffing while I'm telling her stuff Dig it, my music is more than just biz And what you asking for is something I can't give