Are You Sure? (feat. Rasheeda Ali)

by Yamin Semali

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from the LP, "Yamin"
view the mind-bending video at www.youtube.com/watch?v=IM01D67siH4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

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released May 30, 2012

Produced by Illastrate, flute by Rasheeda Ali for Black Diamond Suite

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Track Name: Are You Sure? (feat. Rasheeda Ali) MAIN
If the eyes are the windows into the soul

The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control

Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal,

You can smell it, i exhale it when it comes from the nose

I got room to grow, no trees need pruning

Turn down mid like I've been EQin'

So you already know what we doin'

Go hard in the paint like Big P Ewing

No crossing over, see that's the Harda way;

no penny loafing got my tim's tied all the way,

I hope you listening but really y'all it's hard to say,

so many homonyms, you take it light, I call it day,

of course the pun's intended, long as it's fun I'm with it, cherry stem watch her put it on her tongue and twist it, very slim, that's the chances of your luck to hit it,
Where and when? 2 questions, when I come and kick it.

Alphabet alpha male, and youre a gangsta, you kill time cuz it tells

When the tables turn watch them put they heads in shells

1200 technics from the heavens fell,

handed to the captives in the depths of hell

I guess somebody heard us yell for help and dealt us well,

now we got an outlet to let us out the devil's cells so
Im sold that I'm free, even if I never sell

(chorus)

So turn around

Are you really Sure

Because it's just a feeling

Can you feel it...All Around?


Sipping wine, Eye's redder than the terminator,

Observing Earth and the truth working in her creatures

Tainted love hurts worse than the words of haters

Who fake Jax like Chris Thurston impersonators

I never buy lies y'all selling, they say lighten up like vybez cartel and,

Sam Sosa, now they look Bram Stoker,

ought to get ran over by a land rover

Bottom of the bottle now I can't stand sober,

i still flex like mad cobra doing yoga

tighter than a boa, flyer than a poster,

Doin it til death, while you're dying in a coma,

Line going flat, like an open diet soda

I been had the knack, niggas eyeing my sharona

If you wanna throw stones at the iron ayatollah

I suggest you keep it private like when Ryan was a soldier

(chorus)
Track Name: Are You Sure? (feat. Rasheeda Ali) CLEAN
If the eyes are the windows into the soul

The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control

Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal,

You can smell it, i exhale it when it comes from the nose

I got room to grow, no trees need pruning

Turn down mid like I've been EQin'

So you already know what we doin'

Go hard in the paint like Big P Ewing

No crossing over, see that's the Harda-way;

no penny loafing got my Tims tied all the way,

I hope you're listening but really y'all it's hard to say,

so many homonyms, you take it light, I call it day,

of course the pun's intended, long as it's fun I'm with it, cherry stem watch her put it on her tongue and twist it, very slim, that's the chances of your luck to hit it,
Where and when? 2 questions, when I come and kick it.

Alphabet alpha male, and youre a gangsta, you kill time cuz it tells

When the tables turn watch them put they heads in shells

1200 technics from the heavens fell,

handed to the captives in the depths of hell

I guess somebody heard us yell for help and dealt us well,

now we got an outlet to let us out the devil's cells so
Im sold that I'm free, even if I never sell

(chorus)

So turn around

Are you really Sure

Because it's just a feeling

Can you feel it...All Around?


Sipping wine, Eye's redder than the terminator,

Observing Earth and the truth working in her creatures

Tainted love hurts worse than the words of haters

Who fake Jax like Chris Thurston impersonators

I never buy lies y'all selling, they say lighten up like vybez cartel and,

Sam Sosa, now they look Bram Stoker,

ought to get ran over by a land rover

Bottom of the bottle now I can't stand sober,

i still flex like mad cobra doing yoga

tighter than a boa, flyer than a poster,

Doin it til death, while you're dying in a coma,

Line going flat, like an open diet soda

I been had the knack, niggas eyeing my sharona

If you wanna throw stones at the iron ayatollah

I suggest you keep it private like when Ryan was a soldier

(chorus)
Track Name: Are You Sure? (feat. Rasheeda Ali) ACAPELLA
If the eyes are the windows into the soul

The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control

Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal,

You can smell it, i exhale it when it comes from the nose

I got room to grow, no trees need pruning

Turn down mid like I've been EQin'

So you already know what we doin'

Go hard in the paint like Big P Ewing

No crossing over, see that's the Harda way;

no penny loafing got my tim's tied all the way,

I hope you listening but really y'all it's hard to say,

so many homonyms, you take it light, I call it day,

of course the pun's intended, long as it's fun I'm with it, cherry stem watch her put it on her tongue and twist it, very slim, that's the chances of your luck to hit it,
Where and when? 2 questions, when I come and kick it.

Alphabet alpha male, and youre a gangsta, you kill time cuz it tells

When the tables turn watch them put they heads in shells

1200 technics from the heavens fell,

handed to the captives in the depths of hell

I guess somebody heard us yell for help and dealt us well,

now we got an outlet to let us out the devil's cells so
Im sold that I'm free, even if I never sell

(chorus)

So turn around

Are you really Sure

Because it's just a feeling

Can you feel it...All Around?


Sipping wine, Eye's redder than the terminator,

Observing Earth and the truth working in her creatures

Tainted love hurts worse than the words of haters

Who fake Jax like Chris Thurston impersonators

I never buy lies y'all selling, they say lighten up like vybez cartel and,

Sam Sosa, now they look Bram Stoker,

ought to get ran over by a land rover

Bottom of the bottle now I can't stand sober,

i still flex like mad cobra doing yoga

tighter than a boa, flyer than a poster,

Doin it til death, while you're dying in a coma,

Line going flat, like an open diet soda

I been had the knack, niggas eyeing my sharona

If you wanna throw stones at the iron ayatollah

I suggest you keep it private like when Ryan was a soldier

(chorus)