Reflection Eternal-Texte

[flojoe]

MOVE SOMETHIN'

Get ‚em up, get em’ up – what (3x)
What’s with the melodrama
Fellas wanna hover in my cipher like a helicopter
Like it’s a special honor
The stealth bomber, gem dropper, make the ghetto holla – inter-conti-nental
Takin’ you high like like sky divers when we spark like live wires
Original, cave men quest for my fire
Express my desire to drop this new shit
These record executives keep tellin’ me y’all stupid
Now if they right shut the f.uck up
Revolutionaries throw your guns up
Wheter you a bourgie broad actin’ who stuck up or
Some ignorant thug motherf.ucker shootin’ the club up
We’re gonna make y’all feel this
Break y’all spirit if y’all fake that realness – word
Ringin’ it, bringin’ it in for the new millennium to way after that
I call these cats Reynolds cuz’ they plastic wrap


(Chorus: )
Kill all the yappin’ let’s make this happen
Y’all cats ain’t real y’all just a reenactment
Better yet dramatisation, soon as the director say action you start fakin’
I star breakin’ – the whole joint starts shakin’
This ain’t the time or place for to prove somethin’
Cut the star gazin’ – yo move somethin’


To be continued
Let’s see what’s next on the menu run up in you
Lyrics that be f.uckin’ with you in the mental
Pick any mental: instru, funda, detri, extra, extra large like the borough of
Brooklyn
The residential existentialist specialist
Like Sly Stone with my poems and fly songs
Ride along with cats who live great and die strong – word
We’re gonna rock ‘til nothin’ else matters
Y’all catch bodies we catch excellent cadavers
Your next of kin is scattered story splattered in the tabloids
Erase you’re trace like you cotton mouth and we peppermint Altoids
Steppin’ in hot, repin’ the spot called Flatbush
Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust
The abstract then becomes the reality
Alcoholics like to call it a moment of clarity


(Chorus)




PEACE

 

[flojoe]

SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL

What’s next?
These chicken neck MC’s get me vexed
My rhymes be blowin’ up chat rooms all over the internet
And causin’ collisions on the highway of information
And then I head back to my prior engagement
In the nation of Brooklyn
Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans
It’s amazin’ how lickin’ shots is the proper representation
Soon they gonna need wack MC’s reservations
Cause I endanger the moterf.uckers, they needin’ preservation
Carry ‘em home on the top of a truck like a trophy
Niggas still sleepin’ like I’m Jay-Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie
It’s cool I stay low key, keep a low pro
Come out crushin’ shit just for fun like Co Flow
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go
Ridin’ on the soundwaves out your stereo
In the procession to your burial
Callin’ Hi Tek little Leon the professional
I got the special flow listenin’ to estero
Puffin’ vegetables and now I’m red to go
The illest rhyme animal like Chuck
Burn leech niggas like salt when I lay in the cut
Think you about to blow when you continue to suck
The shit I been through
Make me run up in your venue like What!
I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y’all waitin’ for?
They say nothin’ but the fat shit
I got you, say no more I laid the law and all them
Crab rappers played the floor I called them out
A couple of them stepped up and I ate ‘em raw
Some more wack niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim
Later for them corn balls
On the way out smacked them in the face with a metaphor
For better or for worse you better call the nurse
Before I send a cleaner and he get to your hospital room first


(Chorus: )
What you wanna do? I’m runnin’ through your front line
Your whole plan catch a tan in my sunshine
One time ‘cause it some kind of wonderful
Don’t’ stand there lookin’ stupid what you wanna do?
(repeat)


I’ll take your style and embarrass it with
Words beautifully written like Arabic
Got niggas on the run ‘cause I bring the fire like chariot
Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it
Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet
Various crews try to bury us
But we shut ‘em down like Sagitarius with
That wack shit, money you can’t be serious
You niggas is hilarious, actresses
Runnin’ around the club pissy like ghetto mattresses
That’s why I smack these kids back to reality
And how it be in actuality
With ready to battle MC’s who skip the f.uckin’ formalities
We spark it in any club or meat market
Sweet artist don’t come on the block they become street targets
If you want it I got it, come get it I’m with it
Your career will be shorter than a midget
And the world will know who did it
I smack up these ho-ass MC’s like a gorilla pimp
You comin’ out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp
My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures
With the right mixture of words used as colors
To paint the right picture
Graphic masterpieces you whole shit is smashed to pieces,
Make you look at your man who rhyme and be like, “you not nasty like he is.”
Believe this when you see this, and don’t f.uck with
Me either, ‘cuz you’ll be down where my feet is
Curled up in the fetus.
Cryin’ from the kicks, watch when I flip
People gonna be buyin’ my shit like fiends dyin’ for a hit, so…


(Chorus)




PEACE

 

[flojoe]

THE BLAST

(Talib Kweli)
Yeah, you pronounce my name Kweli any questions?
I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti,
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track, get your hands up like a hijack
Fist in the air for Kweli, keep ‘em up there like
Natural mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit
It’s a revolutionary party, they ask me what I’m writing for
I’m writing to show you what we fighting for
Say Taleeb or Talib Kweli, if it’s hard try spelling it phonetically
If not, then just let it be like Nina Simone, you probably don’t listen B
Even when we suffer losses I count the victory
Sometimes it’s far and between I’m sad to say it got my
Brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept cuz his dad’s away
Stop cryin’ be strong for your mamma is what I had to say to my little man
Named Amani


(Chorus: )
Start the party, my crew hot, feel these two shots like
The blast from a double barrel shottie it’s got to be
Your man Hi-Tek and Kweli who make you rock your body
(Repeat)


(Hi-Tek
I remember when it all started back in the day when me and moms first parted
Hi-Tek from the beginning I stayed advanced
A young chameleon adapt to any circumstances
Peep game toller Typ, never been a lazy toller Typ
Stayed on my hustle concentrate to get the paper bigger
Stay focused while other cats stay hopeless
While niggas stayed high I stayed lower stackin’ my chips
To get a foreclosure, this shit ain’t over
Going for the gusto keep getting that provo
It’s Hi-Tek on the track like Flow Jo, bet y’all didn’t know I had flow though


(Chorus)





PEACE

 

[mars]

Memories Live

[woman singing]
Bringing back sweet memories (3x)

Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties
Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry
In my lifetime, ain't done too many things
better than watching your first son put his sentences together
Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the artist as a young man
All them teenage dreams of rapping
Writing rhymes on napkins
Was really visualization
Making this shit actually happen
It's like something come through me
That truly just consume me
Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me
I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge
Took a plunge into my past to share with my son

Bringing back sweet memories (3x)

Like thoughts out the back of my mind
Going back in some time
Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
Look back and you find
Tracks that make you relax and recline
Now cats rap about packing a nine
When they lacking divine
Inspiration
Running out of topics of conversation
Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation
I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf
And possibly you could follow me
Tap into your chi
Utilize your memory
To help you see clearly, then get back to me
Actually, nothing's new under the sun
So when life be stressing me
My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories'
Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness
>From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment
Like when my people understood their prominence
And my past life visions of the continent
Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it
I heard Resurrection by Common Sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like Spike Lee
To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly
It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high
But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why
Like when my parents first split up
Yo, I was illin'
Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children
And I love them for that
I don't know if they saw that
So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x)

Bringing back sweet memories (3x)

Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies
Let me tap into your energy
Fields of dreams become my property
When I reach my destiny like a prophecy
Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories'
I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury
That float through my head like a sweet melody
What you telling me
Reflection is a collection of memories
Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be
Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology
It was only a matter of time like centuries
Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it
Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred
Hi-Tek beats became my favorite
Hussle on the Side was the cut
We started to put songs together like 'What!'
Travelled the world, came back to the crib
And hit the motherland
Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans
In fact, that's where I'll take the fam
when the Reflection joint is done
By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun
Like Wow!
We made it
We here


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