CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Wonderful You
The universe on my Polaroid
The greatness of all mankind, I’m overjoyed
For the wonderful you
The making of thy incredible self, so good it had to create two
Thine inventions is spread love all over the globe
Not only in body but holy embodies the spirit and soul
The mystics withhold but the pictures have told
From the source within thought the scriptures of old
The walk through the parks to the holding of hands
From kids drawing in a heart to lovers rolling on the sand
Therefore prophecy against them
Prophecy, old sudden man
Y’all wanna be the GOAT, I’ll be the wolf dressed up in sheep clothing when it’s time for hunting lamb
Last time I won a Ram
The street was starving to market a new artist from the projects was my hunger plan
80s was the number man
Teena Marie “Square Biz” was my summer jam
God body, hard rocks and block parties, y’all just don’t understand
It was jackets by Farmers and leather bombers and boots with the lumber brand
If you was Spanish or Italian it was Far Rockaway or Coney Island if you want a tan
The beach was the holy water
The New York of Rich Porter, Robert Walker, Latin Quarter's, Manhattan lawyers
Staton right across the waters, shooters and slaughters
Brooklyn fiends, Bronx, Queens, beans by Goya
I used to dream I was the voyager and beam beyond the borders
Rap was my hypnosis, I noticed my lids closing then opening moment
Flowing, I’m going, I’m going then finally gone
Feeling myself coming back when I yawn
Reciting the book of Psalms
Practicing the Tibetan burning palm, black dragon fist
[?], I am the myth, the labyrinth, black man from Nazareth, implanted wrists
Sacred land of Atlantis was where hands on the canvas
It’s like ancient Sanskrit, then I vanish
Control the planets
The greatness of all mankind, I’m overjoyed
For the wonderful you
The making of thy incredible self, so good it had to create two
Thine inventions is spread love all over the globe
Not only in body but holy embodies the spirit and soul
The mystics withhold but the pictures have told
From the source within thought the scriptures of old
The walk through the parks to the holding of hands
From kids drawing in a heart to lovers rolling on the sand
Therefore prophecy against them
Prophecy, old sudden man
Y’all wanna be the GOAT, I’ll be the wolf dressed up in sheep clothing when it’s time for hunting lamb
Last time I won a Ram
The street was starving to market a new artist from the projects was my hunger plan
80s was the number man
Teena Marie “Square Biz” was my summer jam
God body, hard rocks and block parties, y’all just don’t understand
It was jackets by Farmers and leather bombers and boots with the lumber brand
If you was Spanish or Italian it was Far Rockaway or Coney Island if you want a tan
The beach was the holy water
The New York of Rich Porter, Robert Walker, Latin Quarter's, Manhattan lawyers
Staton right across the waters, shooters and slaughters
Brooklyn fiends, Bronx, Queens, beans by Goya
I used to dream I was the voyager and beam beyond the borders
Rap was my hypnosis, I noticed my lids closing then opening moment
Flowing, I’m going, I’m going then finally gone
Feeling myself coming back when I yawn
Reciting the book of Psalms
Practicing the Tibetan burning palm, black dragon fist
[?], I am the myth, the labyrinth, black man from Nazareth, implanted wrists
Sacred land of Atlantis was where hands on the canvas
It’s like ancient Sanskrit, then I vanish
Control the planets
