Lyrics
Just chill homie, right now we on that light shit
That Ray and nephew roll up, spark the live shit
Absorb it in your pores and you sweat this out
Far as motherfucking shit, I got the best gals
Like marijuana, I wave the magic wand
My juice like Barry Bonds, I be swelling them up
I'm a real porch monkey so them melons get touched
Suck something, make their knees buckle
Stay on that bull shit, still on that park bench
Still in the hood, that's where my heart is
Catching contacts or catching charges
You just an artist, shit, I'm what this art is
I offer salvation, I'm like the resurrection
Inhale an imperfect, exhale perfection
You know I'm real with it, the crew I'm still with it
E-mixture, Shade Sugar Hill with it
I'm on a higher level, I'm on a different plane
Rose from the darkest ghetto with my majestic name
I rock the half moon with the beehive
The tri-colored tube socks for me high
Was so young then, just a child watching
From that seed planet, watch my style blossom
That's why my flow nostalgia, yet represents the future
I'm the prototype, experiment with new producers
I'm not the next nothing, shit, I'm the right now
I'm the right here, the who, what, when, how
Raised Asiatic, with no pork
I drop this jewel on you before you high it off
This ain't the second coming, this the evolution
This ain't the remix, I'm the revolution
You know what I mean?
I'm that change that Sam Cooke sung about