Body Image

Picture me
Floating away like its some type of levitation

In good spirits
Like a celebration

In your place
Like a invitation

Lifted up like the elevation

Blessed with the revelations

Believing good habits of salvation

Spilling secrets with the people who made it

By the feelings delievered

From a distance
For instance

In a instant

Counted on in a second
Spoken on in a sentence
By breaking the reference

Its The Code to success

Looking back at it
Whos blessed

Blessed Like rocafella and sean john

The Scripts align projects were working on

Thats a relation
Not by definition

Spoken back into existance
Gone and kiss it

Like gravy on a biscuit

Its the gavity on your bussiness

You bless my soul
As the spirit unfolds

It got Caught in traffic
How tragic

Make it do magic
Bust it down do a hat trick

Acting on a expression of courage

Capturing thoughts like a purge

The pictures pour out the reading glass

See how long a hour last

Sifting time like sand
Threw the hour glass

Live your life today
Leave luck in the past

And i cant stick my hand in the bullshit
But I remember more then i forget

Tropical cocktails a lemonaide blend

Details of the story begin
A topical discussion

As the venom molds its shape
To disguise a slate

A garnish gracing the presence of the steak
Its ravishing like a lavish state

Yellin your to late
Step up to the plate

Set a date
A time and place

What a wise decsion

Gone and listen

Tell them youll miss em

Heading straight for the mission
Get a reaction
I Got to match em

I be Jamin

Set up nice
All up on the Mic

Reaching levels of the ceiling

You Summon the soul
Like a chord

Victims of the choir
Or the chorus down under

Gone and tell it
Im Gonna to bless it

With the spirit of soul
Breaking the mold
Try and fold it
Like oraghami

Wrapped up like cutlery
Hard like salami

Baked like ham
Going in on them thats the plan

Like Ram
Open up a can of spam

Clever with the cleaver

Nice with the ice
Freeze the mic

As the word speaks

Were laughing at you
Pionting fingures back at you

My game on point like that new view

A sort of aim when the crew do views
Same as the due paid in full like you knew

Do what you do



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Morono
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