Текст песни My Pen & Pad

Here we go...here we go...

[Gift of Gab]
Back on the journey again,
tool is the pad and pen
Cool is the fan as the wind,
soothin' you after I send
True inter vision risen and driven while givin' you my -
Isms of intuition while niggaz is livin' a lie.
Syllables spill and I fly,
High as a pittacle rhyme.
Not to belittle a fool, but try to get into you my -
Lyrics inherited from awareness somewhere in the sky.
Clearly you'll give them merit and cherish 'em better wit' time.
There is none ever and on like rivers, so clever I shine.
Verbal ambassador travel in this endeavor of mine.
Never an anti-gangster, the ghetto is still in the mind.
If I was, not rappin', a nigga might be up inside -
All of your terraces, stealin' wallets and necklaces. I -
give hella gratefulness for the blessin'to share this and fly.
Everywhere people outside the culture now try to define -
What it is, but it is mine.
Such it is, love it with blind -
Vision but no division is vivid we livin' inside -
Vicious vindictive and mental prisons from within the mind.
Sit and I find stillness from minutes is written the rhyme.
Gettin' you smitten wit' it, particularly if you're a prime...
Listener, listen up, twist it up like the lyrics was lime
Vintage is instant, so give it up when you hear it recite -
it at attention, relivin' tension and bendin' yo' spine.Blackalicious - My Pen & Pad - http://ru.motolyrics.com/blackalicious/my-pen-and-pad-lyrics.html
Sendin' you signals to get yo' internal system aligned.
Lyrical pittacle,
situation is critical,
Syllable after syllable,
Give It To You, deliver you my -
Intervals, sendin' you through dimensions who didn't know
Hidden in you, within you, when you get in the begin to in-to it
Sentiments internets, couldn't send you yet signals you get
Rippin' through skin and through tissue,
fix you elixirs that might -

Lift your peripheral vision,
The mystical wisdom
That tends to go into the infinite system of living
And this is the ending As well as beginning of the Gift and his prime.

Mission the bliss is divine, Christen it, isn't it fine?
Listen and dissin' it, that's the incident innocent
Men and women hit, lyrics is killin' niggaz, they shiverin'
The predicaments thick, and it spills the wig of the ignorant
lyricist, puttin' fear in their spirit...
Yo, that's my time!

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[Intro to "Side to Side"]
I know all you fellas have had a lady in your life that, you really appreciated
and you wanted to do something special for her and, let her know it
Well, I gotta lady like that, and I wrote this song to her...