Cinder Block Blues

I expect my life to make all of you happy
Take when you feel a bit blue and
I find that music is the best therapy
And for me, of course, it's blues music
(Oh, you hear me, I put a spell on you), yeah
(Oh) Bronzeman, Thought For Food 3
Get it, get it (yeah)

Get low, a diamond, a coal
A wise man, a fool, a chisel and my tool
Catch me sizzlin' this shit like raw in a hot spoon
Pour lyrics out a pyrex, cinderblock blues
Get low, a diamond, a coal
A wise man, a fool, a chisel and my tool
Catch me sizzlin' this shit like raw in a hot spoon
Pour lyrics out a pyrex, cinderblock blues
(And I don't care if you don't want me)

Alright, black frost tinted, King Cole cold shoulder
Maul older emcees, it's time to move over
Penthouse dreams thru the blinds floatin' Oprah
Often I'm open, shots to bulletproof soaking
Nia's mind molding, molten lava, Lenox Ave Sultan
I'm a villain great, let me illustrate, thoughts that's lofty
Float like tossed heat, palm trees off-peak
Alligator meat, fella calibrate heat, I got the hammer to 'em

Plot my thoughts like a gravestone, manor viewing
Slid off on greyhound cameras lose him
Guns cough like Zoe Pound Rounds exclusive
Tea with Mussolini, put one up in his beanie
Hang 'em high, nigga, I'm straight from the curb
Bake eighths of the herb, Jakes wait on my words
Like terror threats, the sirens is clarinets
We don't play that, blades, shanks, and bayonets
Sure shot, Dumars with bars, lay it up, nigga

Get low, a diamond, a coal
A wise man, a fool, a chisel and my tool
Catch me sizzlin' this shit like raw in a hot spoon
Pour lyrics out a pyrex, cinderblock blues
Get low, a diamond, a coal (and I don't care)
A wise man (if you don't want me), a fool, a chisel and my tool
Catch me sizzlin' this shit like raw in a hot spoon
Pour lyrics out a pyrex, cinderblock blues

This is Thought For Food (Thought For Food)
Volume three