The notes’ll flow, yo, for the words I speak, rap is weak so I teach and I reach a positive vibe. A way of life is how I’m livin’, so get hype to the rhythm! Sunday ‘Mix is the crew, ya hear, yeah, designed a rhyme I just won’t fear. Back to react, enough is enough; let me ask you a question: what time is love?
I was raised from the rubble. Butt naked’s body double. Bullet bursting the bubble, like a bridge that’s over trouble. I read the Sunday Comics, then worshipping the Devil — in my eyes a compromise and I’m the man in the middle.
Why you rolling waves over me now? That’s all I need…Sunday. Waiting on Seattle to find me, be forgiven — I’ll be a regular guy for you, I never said…Comics. Why’re you looking so beautiful to me now when you’re so sad?
How you doing today? Looking into my eyes and your eyes turn grey. Sunday Comics, all talk all sway — end of the week we gonna get paid! It’s a halle-fucking-lujah, now we gonna do ya — “Good good” “Well for goodness sake!” — seen it in your face and your hair turned grey.
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