Bop
First name, Holmes, I be in the zone
I'm a prophet not for profit, I am never on my own
I'm a papi not a copy, ain't gon' never been a clone
Every morning kinda sorta pull a sword from out a stone
Last name, Sand, find me in the jam
Going blind and doing fine at trying find out who I am
Any region, any season, overseas and over land
Intuition over reason as the means to understand
Home-base, earth, I'ma make it work
I'm a star that's on a trek, a bit of Spock a bit a Kirk
Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse
A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth
Lifestyle, God, she's not a mirage
And I may not be a Muslim, but I'm going on a Hajj
Even though I'm not a Christian any time, I'm feelin' cross
Any second I can check in with the boss
The most high blessed me with particular truth
I get extracurricular loose, powered by first-rate curcumin
Blood-curdling loops
Can be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof
Latest turn on my internal pursuit
Not the one that's turning turtles to soup
I also doubt the germ and not the journalist that's selling the scoop
Nonetheless, I'm tryna settle disputes, poof
Passing on the virtual park jam
Just because I'm not a mark, it makes me a marked man
Just because I don't believe in marketing
I always gotta break off conversation tryna shake some unmarked van
Careful when you're crossing the street
Watch for messengers, leave a message after the beep
Something off in North America
Take it from the character you're bound to come across in your sleep
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip
Razor sharp, there ain't no blunting the Bic
You never catch the blunt to my lips
Lately, when I'm taking a risk
Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm makin' a wish
All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist
Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist
Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit
While I exit I'ma blow you a kiss, heh
Attaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance
Boy Sand, everybody know I move different
A little bit more scientific
Big fish in a big pond, big dog, Clifford
Perhaps a little narcissist
No proceeding with the cautiousness
I up the consciousness, yes
Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot
You could tell the way I walk with a bop
I'm a prophet not for profit, I am never on my own
I'm a papi not a copy, ain't gon' never been a clone
Every morning kinda sorta pull a sword from out a stone
Last name, Sand, find me in the jam
Going blind and doing fine at trying find out who I am
Any region, any season, overseas and over land
Intuition over reason as the means to understand
Home-base, earth, I'ma make it work
I'm a star that's on a trek, a bit of Spock a bit a Kirk
Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse
A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth
Lifestyle, God, she's not a mirage
And I may not be a Muslim, but I'm going on a Hajj
Even though I'm not a Christian any time, I'm feelin' cross
Any second I can check in with the boss
The most high blessed me with particular truth
I get extracurricular loose, powered by first-rate curcumin
Blood-curdling loops
Can be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof
Latest turn on my internal pursuit
Not the one that's turning turtles to soup
I also doubt the germ and not the journalist that's selling the scoop
Nonetheless, I'm tryna settle disputes, poof
Passing on the virtual park jam
Just because I'm not a mark, it makes me a marked man
Just because I don't believe in marketing
I always gotta break off conversation tryna shake some unmarked van
Careful when you're crossing the street
Watch for messengers, leave a message after the beep
Something off in North America
Take it from the character you're bound to come across in your sleep
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy
My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip
Razor sharp, there ain't no blunting the Bic
You never catch the blunt to my lips
Lately, when I'm taking a risk
Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm makin' a wish
All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist
Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist
Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit
While I exit I'ma blow you a kiss, heh
Attaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance
Boy Sand, everybody know I move different
A little bit more scientific
Big fish in a big pond, big dog, Clifford
Perhaps a little narcissist
No proceeding with the cautiousness
I up the consciousness, yes
Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot
You could tell the way I walk with a bop
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Writer(s): El Richard Moringlane, Angel Del Villar
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