Glass Tangerine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Psychedelic, mad ill Wrong type of rhetoric Slang speak, Double Freak Undercover limerick Never been the has-been, Pocket full of loot (yeah) Pants on the set but never known to wear a suit Keep a low pro, phylactic for the sake (uh huh) Healthy mind and modest when they're slender at the waist Smooth talk, never hawk, love to kick the hard rock Bad boy baby on the mic I'm just flexin' (uh) Gone with ya mad self, that's what they're tellin' me Blеssed with the spirit of my father through hеredity As the wind blows, the buildings tumble Grabbin' on my jeans, stand strong and humble [Verse 2] I'm just a voodoo child with words in my brain I open up my soul and let 'em trickle like the rain I came from the cosmos, now I'm on the third stone Used to know of Jazz 'fore the relic, zángano (what?) Kickin' shit and lovely, the psychedelic child (uh huh) Family from the islands but descended from the Nile Skills to the left and styles to the right Born in '73, and then my mind took flight Something like an acid trip, but I'm pretty sober Step 'till the kid fall off the cliffs of Dover Struggle back and get your feet on course Guided by the sounds from a positive source Experience the groove as it penetrates ya eardrum Bumpin' in ya system with the 'woofer kickin' fearsome Peaceful in a way, but a temper like a tantrum Not to be conceited but the women call me handsome Loungin' in the milk bar is how I get over I'll get sharpened up with a sip of korova Invented that, the style, usurp a match you never heard before I'm a psychedelic child born to get buck wild (buck wild) [Guitar solo] [Verse 3] *Cough* Well, um Back to my flow, from a ballpoint sword (yeah) Loose-ring paper plus a mic and a cord (uh) Gold is never worn feet Smooth I got no crumbs I keep a stride Its simple, vocal pep and with skills, I was born Um, not to tall, 5'10" to be exact Dig the hard beats makin' love to a track Bleedin' from the sound, and taller full of talent Raised full of rhythm, got the gift and so I ran it I run it up and down the line and through the VU meter The clip and clamp, and dip when I'm divin' its comin', eat up A hip-hop bohemian, a renaissance of rhythm A tangerine look in to the middle of a prism A daydream dialogue, mushroom meanderin' Flim-flam on the path funky and philanderin' Used to have dreads but they broke like beat street Now our style in season and I'm nodding to the big beat It's almost like Mardi Gras, when I'm in the booth A young beat brewer with the will to get loose Inspired by Leary, by now I'm gettin' weary I'm out tike Todd Bridges and rollin' like Proud Mary [outro] Monday, 11:37 AM [?] Hang in there, we'll be on soon Keep the- Hold the fort down Keep the ra- Keep the dead raccoon out of my truck Please