O'hene Savant - Summertime lyrics

Verse 1: Guess who is back, back with the flow It's the rapper that go where no rapper can go Average? no, above average? yes Cats is perplexed, every rap is so def Def as the next or the next one I write Complex the insight that I left on the mic Got ‘em open my poem to show ‘em My flow is so wicked, I kick it being vindictive Listen my predictions haven't been wrong When I die I'ma come back as a song Cats'll put on and just dance to the drum Not noticing I be controlling ‘em ‘cause the kick is my foot, snare is my fist Spirit the lyrics you hearing him spit Also my organs are organs they play [?] strings are sort of my veins, I'm hot Chorus: Aye dude, you with that frown Why in the world ain't you movin' around? You too can get down Move to the sound Yup, in the summertime we make it hot Aye dude, you with that frown Why in the world ain't you movin' around? You too can get down Move to the sound Yup, in the summertime we make it hot Verse 2: Man y'all gots to c'mon for Dr. Simone Nina the doctor that doctored the tone Like a witch doctor which doctor is O? [?] dock the pay of records you sold My effortless flow is benevolent so If you steppin' to bro may the method be dope Perfect, sick as the kid that's allergic To light I come out in the night like a hermit Flows'll get murdered, notes are inverted Folks are converted, the purpose is furthered Brother of Curtis Mayfield, even with great sk** None of y'all rapper could face me You'll crumble, that's on the humble Cat's wanna rumble, young you be [?] from the rubble Coupled with all of the trouble That come to the ones who Believe they is leaving this jungle, I'm hot Chorus: Aye dude, you with that frown Why in the world ain't you movin' around? You too can get down Move to the sound Yup, in the summertime we make it hot Aye dude, you with that frown Why in the world ain't you movin' around? You too can get down Move to the sound Yup, in the summertime we make it hot Verse 3: Now let me conclude now that you see Now that you know that the talent is me Kick it I rip it to the utmost degree The competition don't come close to me Supposed to be what you couldn't discern Y'all should be concerned, let me put this in terms I'm a rapper, musician, producer and author You ought to believe in the truth of my talk I'm the rock of Gibraltar, god of my culture With the same sermon my father had taught ya Philly up in this piece, [?] decease Ruckus increase, I'm a beast I be rhyming for years outshining my peers This is a product of God and my fears Cried in my tears, nourish the land God give me courage to stand, make me hot Chorus: Aye dude, you with that frown Why in the world ain't you movin' around? You too can get down Move to the sound Yup, in the summertime we make it hot Aye dude, you with that frown Why in the world ain't you movin' around? You too can get down Move to the sound Yup, in the summertime we make it hot O'hene: Aiyo, at one point in this song you heard me say I'm a rapper and a musician, ya know what I'm saying? I don't think y'all understand what that meant. Y'all think I mean a rapper that makes music. Nah I literally mean a musician that plays piano and I'ma give you an example, check it out (*O plays piano phrases*) do it to ‘em O, so cool ain't it, I'm just saying, just vibe with this right now, just zone out ya know what I'm saying, ain't no rhymes just let me, let me play for you, goodnight!