Lyrics

I lift the bass up like Mingus Ah Um You gone have to listen with new eardrums Suit and tie when I step up to the bandstand Young Sarah Vaughn when I spar vocal avalanche Feed e ritalin when I hit the mixolydian ionian I own the sin I set the precedent for hits Like Wonder Stevie I could see you third eye ain't legal Spread eagle I fly so regal Young Ms. Devisa gonna run up on ya feelings I get by with a little help from no one Stuck in heaven where is hell Making records with the fucking others who discover what they Need to fucking tell Kill your idols but salvage the high shit I'm high class like a smooth modulation Making kissy faces at the whole population Mal Devisa is a new generation Per capita I'm capitol capping capacities of cabin fever ass having rappers Scared of fucking me Everybody wanna rush into everything I take it slow Marvin Gaye in the sentiment Resonant body bent African American I think I can I can I deja vu you and your friends I double back like a middle aged heart attack and heart break the rhythm like it's Malcolm in the Middle Are you settled? Suavè mènte on the instrumental then rompe I break the mold like this album will I hit the blue note on purpose Augment the audience like spiritual sermon H20 murk it, too old for purpose, too young for working, my dreams they are certain Why I oughta but I'm Frank like Sinatra I'll build you an altar of all that I kill for Running fast I'm the thrive meant from nowhere I get high on the snap of a snare drum History only repeats what is fate I am a vessel of all that I know I am from struggle but still I will rise My music will honor all of my life When I can't sing I will give up my throne Call up my father and hang up the phone Black classical you have raised me throw down Get loose like a misfitting crown Turn up the treble like Jaco Best kept secret is the heat found in my flow Rouge when I .wav shout out to the valley folk Creme de la creme like I'm sporting L.Kendall Render me blind I'm bending my spine I grab hold of myself and ride solo (in) life Marco and I make bangers from boredom see I am sly? (stone)