“Meteor”
This feels like Dilla I don’t need to check,
Here to spread that good word don’t need the check,
Save your praise cuz I know cats slow speed respect,
Especially in my city so many shooting for the Top 5,
Or really shooting I mean we’ve got 2 blocks in the Top 5,
I’m on my Kans City soul sh*t with no worries of glory sent,
Cuz I’m humble remember the days I spent scrounging up 40 cents,
And yeah I lost the love of my life but that’s not where the story ends,
So in my mind I find you corny if,
You try forming what it isn’t pouring sense,
Fell back twice never will I need to pull the cord again,
Don’t bring the chorus in,
Loop it for 24 more before we shorten it,
Then bring it back to the one let the drums run proportionate,
To my soul no need for forcing it,
You see my only formid-able opponent is,
Myself and even he can get the biz fam,
No difference I keep everything personal in business,
Soul Pro and Dat Gang my personnel spits them images you can’t Instagram,
Step in my light catch an instant tan,
D*mn how he suck all the air out the room in an instant man,
Somebody get a fan,
Cuz I’m not even close to cooling off,
Visine when my mind schemes y’all don’t know what to do with Drop…
-HOOK-
Just a little bit of soul for your heart for your mind,
For your climb for your rise,
For your falls for the stars you’re reaching for,
You see em like a meteor….
The flow’s grown too intricate for me to give heavy dosage,
Bars already potent,
Quoteds now have that focus choking these petty poets,
God spark my art off banging in the Temple,
Pain all off,
So no more angles for your hearts loss only aiming at ya temple,
Got that anchored spit put it on you from head to toe you can wear it as an ankelet,
Get your ankles set taped for the big game and get,
Laced up even if you’re bench riding plan for the team,
Towel wave till the route is paved dance onto dreams,
Cuz even John Salley made a career out of sitting and got a handful of rings,
So we molding champion sounds for the rafters,
After the trophy is cased,
Cuz they tried to take the breath from my city but the soul is replaced,
So I’m stroking each page,
And each folder I’ve portioned is on course for the blaze,
Cuz I’m on lock to the fleets,
On my next year’s rise already figuring what not to release,
Got that knock to add a notch to the sheets,
My resume is retrograde stock no need to posture the heat,
My roster is deep like Islamics all shieks on the sheets have you lost in the beats,
Bar none what I scribe gives you that live view,
A ride through of my life rhymed into designed fuel….
-HOOK-
Just a little bit of soul for your heart for your mind,
For your climb for your rise,
For your falls for the stars you’re reaching for,
You see em like a meteor….
credits
from Dilla Day EP,
track released February 7, 2013
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