CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Here
Hello everyone
I'm sorry I took so long
But I was on spaceship gattica
Planting nuclear bombs
I had to destroy these clones
Before they all invade
And I did it for the love of hip-hop
Because I didn't even get paid
You know this is my trade
And I caught up like bokeem
As I scream
I ain't goin' out like no punk
Bump the majors
I'm blowin' on a indie labial
Like a playas pager
I'm still represent the savior
Just been blessed mentally
To supply you with more true flavor
You purchased my recordings (hey cool)
Will herе's 2 sec. of silence dedicated to you
My way of sayin' thank you amigo
Now I'm rollin' wit two gansta's in a regal
Wit ski mask on
Lookin' for some sucka's that boosted my style & songs
& since I out here trippin'
I might as well get wit Mr. Taylor
For dissin' , Me, the supreme individual
You came foul wit my residuals
And until now I really didn't understand but
What you think a brotha's been doing with all these books in my hand
Just browsin' naw man
I've been tryin' to comprehend
How I can have a gang of fans
Rock crazy shows
& still have to live wit
Five roommates
In a bungalow
But bump that yo
I'm on my own label
On the cellular phone
Enjoying lobster at the table
While laughin'
Cause I herd the new one you started is crashin'
And it feels good
Cause you had a broth p*ssed off like that movie rose wood
Doin' people wrong
Won't last that long
And that's a lesson u learn young in the hood
If you need more proof
You can ask Shug Knight
Is when I like to write
Cause its something about the stars and the moon
That helps a brotha's , creativity bloom
Like daffodils
Distilled elements
Amplify my developments
Never embellishment
I'm dope and that's fact
And also a pioneer
To what's known as Gospel rap
So what you mean when you say that
Sup over his junk ain't gonna sell
My you better watch ya mouth
Before I put hands on you like Sprewell
I'm sorry I took so long
But I was on spaceship gattica
Planting nuclear bombs
I had to destroy these clones
Before they all invade
And I did it for the love of hip-hop
Because I didn't even get paid
You know this is my trade
And I caught up like bokeem
As I scream
I ain't goin' out like no punk
Bump the majors
I'm blowin' on a indie labial
Like a playas pager
I'm still represent the savior
Just been blessed mentally
To supply you with more true flavor
You purchased my recordings (hey cool)
Will herе's 2 sec. of silence dedicated to you
My way of sayin' thank you amigo
Now I'm rollin' wit two gansta's in a regal
Wit ski mask on
Lookin' for some sucka's that boosted my style & songs
& since I out here trippin'
I might as well get wit Mr. Taylor
For dissin' , Me, the supreme individual
You came foul wit my residuals
And until now I really didn't understand but
What you think a brotha's been doing with all these books in my hand
Just browsin' naw man
I've been tryin' to comprehend
How I can have a gang of fans
Rock crazy shows
& still have to live wit
Five roommates
In a bungalow
But bump that yo
I'm on my own label
On the cellular phone
Enjoying lobster at the table
While laughin'
Cause I herd the new one you started is crashin'
And it feels good
Cause you had a broth p*ssed off like that movie rose wood
Doin' people wrong
Won't last that long
And that's a lesson u learn young in the hood
If you need more proof
You can ask Shug Knight
Is when I like to write
Cause its something about the stars and the moon
That helps a brotha's , creativity bloom
Like daffodils
Distilled elements
Amplify my developments
Never embellishment
I'm dope and that's fact
And also a pioneer
To what's known as Gospel rap
So what you mean when you say that
Sup over his junk ain't gonna sell
My you better watch ya mouth
Before I put hands on you like Sprewell
