Blue Magic

Roc a fella records The imperial skateboard P Great Hova Ya'll already know what it is C'mon Yeah So what if you flip a couple words I could triple at in birds Open your mind you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it I'm your mother fucking guy And just like a B boy with 360 waves Do the same with the pot Still come back beige Whether right or south paw Whether pot or a jar Whip it around It still comes back hard So easily do I W H I P My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business I got kreole C O bitches for my niggas who slipped Became prisoners Treat's taped to the visitors You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary boy we live this shit Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back That's okay with me that's where they made me at Except I write on the wall I write my name in the history books hustling in the hall Nah spin on my head I spin work in the pots So I can spend my bread And I'm getting it I'm getting it I aint talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it straight getting it Get get get get get get get get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the law state your voice and you'll understand Get it boy This 87 state of mind that I'm in In my prime so for that time I'm Rakim If it wasn't for the crime that I was in But I wouldn't be the guy who's rhymes it is that i'm in No pay no profit P I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is Cherry M3s with the top back Red and green Gs all on my hat North beach leathers Matching Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together Whatever hundred for the diamond chain Can't you tell that I came from the dope game Blame Reagan for making me into a monster Blame Oliver north and Iran Contra I ran contraband that they sponsored Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert And I'm getting it I'm getting it I aint talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it straight getting it Get get get get get get get get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the law state your voice and you'll understand Get it boy Push money over broads you got it Fuck Bush Chef guess what I cooked Baked a lot of bread And kept it off the books Rockstars Look Way before the bars my picture was getting took Feds they like wack rappers Try as they may they couldn't get me on the hook D A wanna indicte me Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces The pirecs pot roll up my sleeves Turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end Imma stand as a man never dying on my knees Last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while now back to the Block And I'm getting it I'm getting it I aint talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it straight getting it Get get get get get get get get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the law state your voice and you'll understand Get it boy