[Verse 1]
Broadcast to the metro, let the best know
Rhyming I'm professional, quite intellectual
Sexual movements, eyes and hands use it
Put it in my music, girls relax to it
A voice so soothing got your body sweat moving
And proving from what you heard before, losing
I'm winning, grinning, sanctified sinning
Got your head spinning, making love on silk linen
The mood that you're in ain't like none you ever been in
Cinnamon skin, sweat tasting like sweet lemon
So feminine, approach like a gentleman
Hold your hand out, me and you stand out
In any crowd, hear the talk as they whisper loud
I missed her then, I miss her now
I speak proud, but soft like a meek child
When you're around I'm like a plant, and you're the ground
[Hook]
Yo, I love hip-hop 'Til the day I die, please no reply
Can't you see she's in pain, let the song cry
Teardrops drip from the seams of her eye
But as she listens to my voice, her spirit gets high
Her spirit gets high, it gets high, it gets high
High, high, high
[Verse 2]
Native New York, Brooklyn the birth place
Out of state plates in California with earthquakes
Slow pace got me falling like a snowflake
In love like laying in the tub the whole day
But it's ok, stuck in traffic on the freeway
Just to feel your body through the speakers
Sex with our sneakers still on
I still love to feel on your features
Creatures of another world
Never treat you like another girl, you're a pearl
One of kind, body, soul, and mind
You're so fine, get me hotter than sunshine
With one rhyme, we under the sheets, another we grind
A whole composition got you saying your mind
In not time we elope, harder to find
Harder to see, invisible, thoughts relivable
But any time without you got me feeling so miserable
The pained writer, my words flow like a hang glider
Inside ya, now you feel the pen's lighter
My words flow like a hang glider
[Hook]