Saukrates - Comin' Up lyrics

Yo, I'm used to cold to the right, hot to the left Turn 'em on let the warm water run down my chest And wash away the stress I swore to my momma she'd die a happy woman on my very last breath I'm lookin back, reminiscin how many have left us O.G.'s who used to squeeze with the best touch Holdin chrome and hold they own, its messed up Now a n***a livin through his ancestors Saukrates, 23, turnin like 45 in the year Cravin for the days when I'm out in the clear Even though I'm livin I might sacrafice my life but I won't give in Until those spokes is spinnin And my homies chillin And me dealin with no less than half a million In a crib on some acres and had the children Livin the life they deserve in this fake realism I get you with the wisdom You ain't with it then kiss em...the nuts If you dissin watch me from a distance I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibrate The things that we contemplate..when we comin' up I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibrate The things that we contemplate..when we comin' up If you could imagine a day that's black forever Waiting for the sun to come up As hard as you try its a lie you can't change the weather Maybe I should stop giving a f** (plus) you've been telling me that life goes on But as this rap star trek prolongs Guess I'm wonderin what else could go wrong (all you can do is sing your song) (pick them pockets n***a) Make a lifetime journies into me These endless questions, they plague my dome piece Like, what I'ma do with all the groupies I might meet Will I turn the other cheek, or do I turn the other cheek? Please, freak, you gettin touched by this, west indian connection Let me rub on your tits, and get in it for a minute to win it Let you fall in love with it...then I'm out Cuz I got work to finish The music is my business Do you love me? i'd bust out, to maximimize my biggness Now ladies if you listenin I'ma make you my witness I got no love for b**hes, they be out with the quickness Groupie parade plague, get your catagorized sickness Who sayin that brother socks got it locked from L.A. to Brixton I'm broke, but n***as'd k** for my position I rap to that vince carter at skydome If you see me on the beat, E.T. phone home! And tell yo momma the drama Your old high school friend's on the tube, representin' Toronto And doin it right, pursuin his life Seems to take flight when he carresses the mic Sendin this one out to cats with unsigned hype Just do it for you, keep this rap sh** tight If you could imagine a day that's black forever Waiting for the sun to come up As hard as you try its a lie you can't change the weather Maybe I should stop giving a f** (plus) you've been telling me that life goes on But as this rap star trek prolongs Guess I'm wonderin what else could go wrong (all you can do is sing your song) (pick them pockets n***a)