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Yea, I'm loungin', I got my man Donald Byrd
I wanna give a big shout out to my little man, Miko, he's 2 years old He's away visiting his grandmom but I miss him dearly Check it out If I rhyme this, you will find this situation shall advance You could take a glance or dance Elevator lyrics to arouse the crowd Now tell me who's the man to show you how Many legacies of brothers who get buzy And I do it fluid til the suckers get dizzy Saying peace to the blackbirds 125th street And check the flow that's unique For loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Can't refuse this, never lose this, it's the choice this 'Cause my voice is the smoothest Dominating to your boys 'cause I've been around doing work And sold tons of others jerk Donald Byrd word on the track, quite exact Giving you the format, Jack See we gotta pave the way and display How to loungin', loungin' Mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Peace to the pioneers but I gotta try to clear My throat, check out what I wrote You can't tap into this unless you know the roots Word shoe like light absolute For real so now you gotta know the deal For loungin', just loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin' mellow out, check it ou and loungin' Loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin', peace to Brooklyn where I live Realistic, kind of mystic when I kick this You should witness the slickness Of the hornplayer and the dope rhymesayer Quite emotional and inspirational Philisophical and yes very logical Teaching you the method for loungin' Everybody knows they have times when they wanna just lay back Kick their feet up, y'know Listen to some good music and just lounge That's right, I said lounge |
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(feat. Bahamadia)
[cut x3: BizMarkie] "So respect the architect" "So respect the architect, as I begin to build" [Bahamadia] I'm mystical, don't be deceived by the visual Visible preference is pure, patent it back to metaphors Greetin em Illa-del-style wild Analyze my memoirs, runnin on 8/4, poetic, me-ter Soarin way beyond Iambic pentameter, or juvenile flam Unsyncopated soul piercin earlobes and egos My vocals read these thoughts - am I hardcore? To the grain [Guru] Lame game plain Jane MC's can't approach these I shake chumps like fleas, I hold the keys To drive you, guide you, provide you With the real joints, ahem I clear my throat of phlegm The architect, selecting the blueprints To rid the game of nuisance Sucker reducin with the fusion Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution Stackin concrete flows, look out below [cut x2: BizMarkie] "So respect the architect" [cut x3: BizMarkie] "So respect the architect... as I begin to build" [Guru] Floor to ceiling, constantly building With power to construct, towers of rap CREAM kid, what? Dreamin you're lyrical physical mystical? Your concept's mediocre plus your way too typical withcha Corny delivery and crazy wack voice Mad corny image, that's why I give you jitters It figures, I'd have to dust you off the scene Like a wiseguy, with my New York lean [Bahamadia] Lines that I supply fortify the nuclei of mindstate From state to state, universal, be the orals that I create Top notch and on lock like Sentry, opponents could never tempt me Samplin my style like an Akai S-950 and still can't get with me While I spread this verbal plague like bubonic Conductin phonics like the Philharmonics I make in measured melody, kids praise me like the crucifix So place Bahamad', amongst your top ten of emcees [cut x3: BizMarkie] "So respect the architect" "So respect the architect... as I begin to build" [Guru] Yeah, neverending, knahmsayin? Always buildin My homegirl Bahamadia in the hidouse, yeah yeah And of course, my man the legend Ramsey Lewis So respect the architect, knahmsayin? One love |