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
I'm 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?
Verse 2:
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
5 out of 5 in Creative Loafing (Jan, 2011) "I can’t explain in words just how much I LOVE THIS ALBUM, even 22 tracks deep “Self Titled” never grows tiresome." -Eric, Bloggerhouse.net Yamin Semali
