Rico Sisney - The Potluck lyrics

[Hook] And this so easy... So why they gotta make it look hard huh? Connected to the Source I stay charged up! Me and my whole crew brought it it's a Potluck Yeah and this so easy.. So why they gotta make it look hard? Connected to the Source so I always stay charged All praise be to God so save your applause [VERSE 1] All of these Impostors posturing is preposterous Possibly posh But I'm pushing ‘pause' cuz I'm past the bar Matter of fact, the bar for spitting bars is Barely up to my abdomen If you ain't in the throne where Big Lsat Your freestyle isn't cla**ic then If you ain't touch Eminem domain, don't pretend you Have it then I'm still a student of Kweli, Bey, Doom, Black Thought Outkast, Rakim Lauryn, Lupe, Nas and Wu Tang I apprentice after them I'm Hercules so those 12 are my dodecathlon My movements (known as Shaolin) Force you to throw the towel in The pool and hit the showers kid You're too little for our end You see, these barracudas out here prow-a-lin Probably confuse you with some food that's for devouring! I really rarely battle though First we mosh then we march on the Capital Things are going south the way that moss never has to grow But I'm no Moss. Never run. Someone has to throw And for me its effortless dude-- Not daunting. Like Daunte I'm peppered with cool Don't be salty it'll mess with your wounds Want it the hard way or a soft lob? We dropped bombs but talked long BobLoblaw... CHORUS [Verse 2] And If I am anything other than lost It's cuz of the breadcrumbs That some of them tossed in my path Got perspective that they did not have So I'm coming across as less dumb It's cuz of your less-ons And this is dedicated to you: My village, my Chiefs, my Nurses, my Queens Yeah, this is what has taken me through They said, "Rico we waiting on you." If I make it they coming too! I arrive baby-stepping one at a time I looked back, saw footprints none of them mine... I wondered what the meaning is Even as I struggled through these troubles of mine Foothills I climbed in heat feverish Blinded, feet blistering I would keep listening to voices I believed were mine When It turns out the words formed in your mouths Sweat poured out When the sun burned on your brow I'd feel the drip I was named for Wolf I was named for Dick They used to call me Baby Wolf I'm an 80's kid Moved out the 100's back in the 90's Raised in Atlanta but that don't define me-- Well at least not entirely ‘Cuz there's the A-Side and the Chi-Side Got a coat of many Colors- it ain't tie-dyed And I could change based on your perspective: “Condo or a project?” “Just call that man a High-rise!” And I rise on the backs of my tribe The people that Bobby, Wolf, Marilyn, James, Eon And Rere are survived By Richard Part I: that legacy continues with my son when I die I know the mission won't be finished when I'm done It didn't begin in my infancy cuz I'm one of many And what's yet to come? Plenty Talent in my circle, in my family, in my city So if my Uncle only scared of dead people And my Daddy told me: “You should be careful of scared people” And I serve a king that's never shared an equal Then why should I fear evil? Squad of rare people haystack full of needles! CHORUS