(Verse)
With so much drama in the QQB
It's kinda hard bein' D O P E
But I somehow someway still come
With this karaoke like sh** like everyday
I need hip-hop, told y'all it's my first love
The drum kicks and the snares from the guys above
The words flow up like screams from a river
Streams of the conscience, n***as can't stop this
Chillin' on the block, this was manifested
Cool Herb in the projects, spinnin' records
Wires in the light pole, b-boys sprayin' out cold
Paint on the tramway before it was about due
I'm about so, keep it in my mental
Sent it thru a lyrics, you digest it thru a smooth flow
I'm ever so in trance by yo rhythm
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A music soul child, all I do is just listen
(Hook x2)
Lemme tell you bout my first live
She was sent as a gift from the guys above
Uh, this a story bout my first love
She was sent as a gift from the guys above
(Verse)
Pac taught me that it ain't easy
Bout beats, rhymes and life I gotta low entiree(?)
Word to Tribe, I'mma spit it with a native tongue
Native from the buggle, wanna rep it till my beat is done
I need my heart beat, feel it in my coat sleep
That boom bat-man, it just flows through me
I try to fight it but I know where my heart resides
On the rise, never lies, flew it till I flew it mine
And I'm a poet, all my rhymes potent
Beats is the potion to get ya'll open
Huh, and I'm expressin' in my highest form
Highest arms couldn't get me down from the cloud I'm on
Word to Hannibal King, he the doppest
Told him bout this sample and then he got focused
This fo' Queens hoe, NYC
Hip-hop, one love from D O P E
(Hook x2)
Lemme tell you bout my first live
She was sent as a gift from the guys above
Uh, this a story bout my first love
She was sent as a gift from the guys above