T-Love

(T-Love)
Tired of all these WANNA-BEEZ
Get away

Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain
The fame's last on list
Can't get paid with mic in the syst'
Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole
These stories are told, when I was like
ten y-years old, won't be mad if it don't go gold
I could gives a f**k
Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul
I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes
Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke?
I'm stronger than straight with no chase
Emcees I step to's like a staircase
Kick em to the bottom like BASS
Let that ink sink into your vellum
Open up your eyes then I swell em

Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na

(T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah
(T&2) Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
(T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah
(T&2) Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's
"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

(Chali 2na)
Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly
but it's a travesty
You're sellin millions of records
but you a crab emcee
Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please
Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees
Heh, there's a disease in your lecture
Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck


Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file
when I shoot the style I'm givin root canals
Now which of you punks be amongst me
To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free
Consistently, like your monthly
Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down
Kickin freeze in the soundbooth
Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down
Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old
When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold
Like that

Chorus w/ variations

(T-Love)
No time's narrowin
I don't be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn
See I can fly, high up in the sky
Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why?
Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare
to Malibu, you, can have anything you choose
Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news
Tryin to wear shoes
All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity
to transfix, to culturist
You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks
but, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch
Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang
Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang
All B-Boys and Girls will soon see
That you are, a, wanna, be

Chorus 2X w/ variations + Chali 2na in last

(Chali 2na)
Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please
2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah

Droppin dimes on a high, diva got, beats and rhymes
I mean whatever man, I be sort of like a reverand
Said I'd be back one day, severin
Come now, come all b'say, sister and breddern
Whether'n you got faith or not
Beats fat like three cheese, see, I took walks with Jesus
Now it's time for me to make a reappearance
Now in form, on beats and rhymes sample clearance
I do amazing miracle theorical, cause I'm global
All around the world, from the Merc to Chernobyl
May be on the tongues of millions, like throat lozenges
Whateva I utter is butter, homogenous
To the stuff that they put in tapioca; style's pudding
Wrapped around your neck like a choker
When it comes to rhymes I got a plethora
I'm a definition of a sister who can flip it yo

So where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? "From the midsts of the darkness, I come with this"

Lyrical wickedness, down to the bone like Medusa
I used ta, turn emcees to stone
I came to break down sounds and proto-plex'm
Excuse me, I'm mic checking, mic checking
One two three -- ask how to spell sweet
L-O-V-E, see, this is the flow that goes
Well with the beat, T-Love on the street
I'm on the avenue, in the area, and
Lyrical abra-sions, what I'm givin
All throughout my days and, occasion
I'm fazin, amazin.. cause I'm amazin in lo-o-o-ve
Plugin more Tunes than Trugoy to Dove
No static with Rhettmatic
But I'm up above see, ain't got time to kick it
Nah not for no booty B, the rhymes be too wicked
Oh so you can keep your sheeit, what?

So where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? "From the midsts of the darkness, I come with this"

Where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? "From the midsts of the darkness, I come with this"

I be a spitter, not a swallower
See I'm a leader not a follower
See I be like A.D. at a cholera
And my, vocal appearance
O.G. like KDAY, minus interference
Who got the flex next, my wreck'll be done soon
I'm makin mine so each flows I blows is like
Hurricanes, it rains when I'mmm flowin
Wack rappers are the H20 growin
Tryin to be battlin, babblin downstream
I smoke verbs, smoke words, end thoughts in brown steam
I get DOWWWWWWN, like if I was in an armed robbery
Styles so fat, they clog an artery
I be on the go, I never run from the dough, I'm vamanos
Now there's steak with the beans and rice, and plantanos
Coast to coast, who works most
I, rise like yeast, they, crumble like toast

So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? "From the midsts of the darkness, I come with this"

So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? (I'm comin')
So where you at? (I'm comin')
Where you at? "From the midsts of the darkness, I come with this"

(I'm comin')
T-Love is.. (I'm comin')
I'm all that y'all, and to the back y'all
It's to the front y'all
It's on the, it's on the
It's on the one
Wanna give props to my boy who made the beat
This Kid Named Miles
Wanna give props to my boy Cutty
Cutty Mack, Cut Chemist
Thanks for the studio, and the use of
Red October storage facility
Peace

Drip drip be the sound consumate
when they hangin from
my nipple tryin to get a sip
I've got so much much on my mind
Rhymes and beat beats and rhymes
Ain't these fascinatin times
Check the girl lactatin lines
I'm formula nourishin
and warmin ya
from Panama Canal to California
There be a path of spilled milk
leadin to my tilt
My speech apparently carries me
over break beats and melodies
smothered in Sara Lee
cakes teeth ache
even take care of the
critics fans spectators
who stare at me
and get the greater effect
flavor beyond belief
increase calorie intake
with each syllable I spill at wil
cause I be a skilled
individual your
Up in the tropical illusion
fusin rhyme and rhythm
Leakin about a creek from the
wellspring given
Driven to be uhh
I'm not sure what
It's gotta be pure
won't strut with smut
Allergic to wackness like ED
and TB too now see how we do
Anita you dance with the
Japanese beetle
Call the ring and make it stop
at the rays of the needle
From LA to Brooklyn it's about
rhymes and beats
From Brooklyn to LA it's about
beats and rhymes
Now if I didn't rap mics would
be lonely like the only
kid that didn't clap when the
lip be strictly spittin that
Bros know flow so intact it be
splittin caps on heads
that authorize admittance on
impact in fact
MC's get with that and take
mental notation
of how I utilize echo location
to find my placement
in rotations that sets the
foundation to real collaboration
of creation begins with
my imagination
To write the tight and light the
night I need a bit of inspiration
Ate Thinsulate to get the shit
with insulation
Not an insulin patient
I'm pencillin prescriptions
of a sweet medication
stenciled in the scriptures
of the street meditation for a
blessed recitation
I lessen repetition with the
dressing it's to have a
dash of with the seasoning
sneezing in the back of class
So when the breeze pass the
crack of my ass
From LA to Brooklyn
I was out lookin
Too many MC's who wanna
swing these
Time to dip dip dive socialize
with your mind
Cause in the end bitch
all about rhymes and soul
Siah Yesh and me
make peace on the beat
Brooklyn to LA we cause a melee
Fuck a beef what the fuck
who give a fuck
As long as the beat is dope and
your rhymes don't suck
From LA to Brooklyn it's about
rhymes and beats
From Brooklyn to LA it's about
beats and rhymes
From LA to Brooklyn it's about
rhymes and beats
From Brooklyn to LA it's about
beats and rhymes
From LA to Brooklyn
From LA to Brooklyn
From LA to Brooklyn
From LA to Brooklyn
Yeah ninetyseven ninetyeight
Ninetynine two thousand

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(T-Love)
Tired of all these WANNA-BEEZ
Get away

Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain
The fame's last on list
Can't get paid with mic in the syst'
Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole
These stories are told, when I was like
ten y-years old, won't be mad if it don't go gold
I could gives a f**k
Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul
I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes
Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke?
I'm stronger than straight with no chase
Emcees I step to's like a staircase
Kick em to the bottom like BASS
Let that ink sink into your vellum
Open up your eyes then I swell em

Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na

(T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah
(T&2) Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese
"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
(T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah
(T&2) Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's
"Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"

(Chali 2na)
Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly
but it's a travesty
You're sellin millions of records
but you a crab emcee
Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please
Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees
Heh, there's a disease in your lecture
Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck


Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file
when I shoot the style I'm givin root canals
Now which of you punks be amongst me
To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free
Consistently, like your monthly
Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down
Kickin freeze in the soundbooth
Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down
Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old
When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold
Like that

Chorus w/ variations

(T-Love)
No time's narrowin
I don't be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn
See I can fly, high up in the sky
Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why?
Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare
to Malibu, you, can have anything you choose
Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news
Tryin to wear shoes
All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity
to transfix, to culturist
You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks
but, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch
Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang
Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang
All B-Boys and Girls will soon see
That you are, a, wanna, be

Chorus 2X w/ variations + Chali 2na in last

(Chali 2na)
Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please
2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah