We can’t see the forest from the fucking trees
Every week
Getting stalked by the crazy bitch disease
Freedom’s just a state of mind
But the soul can’t take no more
Depression hits from out of nowhere like Faith No More
(So epic)
D-the E- the A- the D
What’s the ETA?
Could RIP before this even bumpin’ out the PA
So Mr. DJ
Won’t you uplift the people, please?
Cuz peace and love the only things that we gon need
Sweet thing
Eddie C, king
Heavy D, swing thing
Geddy Lee high
With the grind on my mind
Thoughts been disqualified
Too much interference
Flying like designer ties in a fucking clearance
When I’m higher than a Shiela E Sign Of The Times appearance
When I’m dialed in
Trust Luke Krush Grooves
Peace to all but the gumshoes (whooop)
D-the E- the A- the D
What’s the ETA?
Could RIP before this even bumpin’ out the PA
So Mr. DJ
Won’t you uplift the people, please?
Cuz peace and love the only things that we gon need
In ‘88 me and C used to trade tapes
Now we trade files over Great Lakes
Deep when we conversate
Got the great rates
Fighting shape in the game
Always make weight
Freak
With a love deep like my m8’s crates
Ache with a love for Reeva, Cel and Frej Frej
Ed and Luke take the cake and the cake plate
R.I.P. AK