I want to drink melody and splash harmony around in my mouth.
I want my breath to stink of a lyrical meal--just enough to hint at how I digested it.
Work it when you're spittin'; Imma sit with the Phoenicians digging on musicians. Let me hear your stomping, ripping and romping. You got the air soul kicks and crushed velvet hats? Pick up all the pieces and make an island!
People tend to bug cos the beats are hard but gentle. You shake it on, rocking on and on, break of dawn. Get on my level.
Made possible by Missy Elliott, E40, Digable Planets, A Tribe Called Quest, Jimi Hendrix and Wiz Khalifa.
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