Yoga Flame - Yoga Flame lyrics

Enemy of the State
I call this one "Yoga Flame" yoga flame! Aww

Meditate, on the floor, fold your legs
Resonate breathing speed, regulate
Clear my mind 'til it levitate
Dhalsim, I beat the game, level eight
Hella good never great 'cause God is great
So, ain’t no goats, ain’t no gates
Fences see the rams ram, lambs let
Sheep’s skate
Brace yourself, teeth straight fix your face
For Pete’s sake
Birthday wordplay, piece of cake
Fold the flow with seats for eight
Ororo Munroe, make it rain, not with bills
I make it change
Take that cool shit, make it
Lame, take that nerd shit, make it bang
Yeah, you heard us make it bang
Yeah, you heard me: Make it bang
Melt the change and make a ring
Take that ring and make a bracelet
Take that bracelet make a chain
Look how far my necklace hang
Connect that chain up to a crane
Pull the game up by the brains
Could not move it just with brains, so
I had to use some bling

Shouts to Drizzy, shout to
Wayne, Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, fifty
Raekwon, Loso
Gucci Mane I’m not going to drop my name
Sneak that message to the masses: You
Can call me "Chocolate Rain"
You might think my wallet drained look
How far my pockets hang
That’s cause I got pocket change
My net worth is basketball
They net worth is soccer
Games tell them niggas, "Stop it man"
But they cannot stop it, man, so
They forced to watch it drain
They be looking so blue like water
When I wash my jeans
King without the whoppers and king
Without no Pablo and
King and I ain’t got no dreams
Bruce Lee, dishwasher
Cleaning out your pots and pans
These niggas ain’t got no staying power
Once I hit them with the powder
Then throw 'em in the shower
These niggas slower than some dial-up
I be on my broadband
These niggas still downloading
Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt
UShare

ZShare, how long you going to be there? Damn
FinallyFastcom for you, fam
Information superhighway these niggas ain’t
Got no lane but, you can ride my shoulder
Like they pulled you over
I sit in the driver’s seat
You sit on the sofa
I am Patrick Swayze you are Whoopi Goldberg
'Cause he was a beast in the
Way that he controlled her
Rest in peace to Patrick rest
In peace to Stacks, kid
Rest in peace to rap no
Rest in peace to wackness
Yeah, nigga, I whacked it
Baby boy with the glasses
He is like a Black, rap Zach Galifianakis
Hangover, game over, nigga, that’s it!

(Yoga flame) enemy of the State