Just Lyke Muzik

I do this music for the people
This ain't really a trilogy a b-movie sequel
I got Skill Gil Gatsby Nine Up and Bryant Curtis wit me
This ain't an ordinary song for the people
With Marvin Gaye in the background singing
We had to this old school but bring up current
With the beat of kick drum fingers on the keys
Snare drum clapping making the crowd scream
Still Christ life or nothin' up in here
With the Remnant of Life behind our backs over here
Just play this from Apple Music Spotify Tidal or YouTube
Whatever you use
Yea turn this up right here
It's summer time over here
Representing the west coast
Yo bar bully let's go

Young Gilla spit kicka
Man I grind 'til I save a couple more figures
Raised in the city where they raise triggers
Man you lyin' if you think my team ain't winnin'
(Boy) You better roll wit'em
Fresh tires on his feet and that cold denim
Leather-wrapped Simpsons get your flow Smither'ed
And I don't push molly I'm a hope dealer
(Man) Time to put the city on
Fresh fitted got that California fitted dome
I was that rapper they were sleepin' on
Now I got joints for the whole world to sing along
See I get it how I got it
Got it just how I get it
And the haters the gets no love (na na, na na)
And then I talk it how I live it
Yeah back on my business
If you 'bout that live turn up

Rakim said listen to my melody
The sound of an ocean, therapy
I once fell in love with a girl and the funny thing about it
Was her first name was Charity
Muzik is known to set the atmosphere
And both ears work, I'm glad you're here
A clef is a symphony of life
Muzik is a blissful and beautiful delight
The octave that I need is God's love
The Masionic chords arranged from above
Baptism fresh white dove
No narcotics, muzik is a drug
Yes Marvin on the chorus
Haters be against us God be for us
It's Parabols with the west coast homies
My skin look weird got favor all on me

My music is a gift from the Lord
That I give back to Him without blemish it's pure
If sin is in yours
Then you better depart from wickedness, Holy Spirit's the cure
Christ did the work we have limited chores
By grace we will get in the doors
Don't spit words of the devil, to get an award
He's a trickster, why you think we dissing him for
He's an opp we will stick with the sword
Of Truth, I won't fold or bend in this war
It's about to get deep, better swim to the shore
If the scripts what your ignorant clique will ignore
God won't walk in your house and dig in the drawers
He has x-ray vision for sure
So better take advantage of His grace as it drips and it pours
Cause the Lion is fixin' to roar

Enter the CLONe atmosphere straight changin'
Rearranging setting the mood like the moonlight
In the functions it's dark but in the light it shines bright
Like when his joint sparks up
The new aroma you can smell it like a car
Full of hotbox you just walked up
Get too close ya catch a contact
They say opposites attract but I'm allergic to wackness
Never get a contract like some actors who play rappers
They got fashion but no passion
It's bashin' body and season only the greats lastin'
Longevity born ready we're rhythm and melody
The flow is from the coast of the west
Ask my cousins and rell'ies
You unoriginal cause you's a slave
Can't be you cause you won't get paid
So what's the price of your soul
To go platinum or gold
To sell-out to bail-out your debts salute the vets
Who paved the way so you can be a part of the set
Of music so many abuse it
Like artists can use the brush that was passed to them
So that's why they lose it