Add-2, Rapsody - It's OK lyrics

You know we bout to hit the scene right?
And you know I rep the 'Go like a green light
Gimme room I'm bout to do my thang
Just have faith, like Biggie shorty
Ain't no pootie tang, but you don't hear me
God damn
That boy good! Well good done got better
Now I got jams like Cosby got sweaters
Like birds that got feathers
Fonzie got leathers
Like Musiq Soulchild I put words together
Ain't no uh uh telling
What these niggas'll do
When you see they falling off
Like Bishop in Juice
Mean they probly diss they momma
For a couple of views
Think I wasn't gonna blow up
But it didn't diffuse
And they mad just like the hatter
You could follow the pattern
Or get lost quicker than
Judy from Family Matters
It's the wah, wah, chika, chika, rah, rah
Oh! If anybody asks it's that nigga Add-2

When the day turnin' into night
It's ok, we gon' be alright
Yea that's just the way that story goes
Life fast, gotta take it slow

The rhyme killing no filler define
Nigga no mind sicker
I shine like Ma don for Dilla
My pen pushes the page
You tryna hang like a pinup

That's that sick wit, spit shit
This kid get fierce
Kick rhymes in white Nikes white
As Ric Flair's hair pardon, Your Honor
You want no parts of the drama
When I'm there
You ain't there like Martin and his momma
Doesn't matter
Like glass I'll shatter your plans
If I got a black Caddy
I'm calling it back advance
May God bless my city
Pray that they let them breathe
Mothers ain't growing flowers but
They burying seeds falling like fall leaves
Friends blow in the breeze
Kinda like the Gibb brothers cause
They wanna be Gs
'Fore they turn to Colonel Taylor
Gotta let em be Preach
And this verse is on the house
Like Snoopy when he sleeps


24 hour turnover
The black An jolie and I'm anti-freeze
Been through the pit's and cold weather
I adapt like old leather
Got royalty in me, call me James I'm mo' Etta
Blew it off like Mo' Better
I'm mo' better been through
The blues and blacks
I too got a clique sweater
Doctored the scar
Squeezing me hard like mammograms
Embrace the ambulance, killing y'all
By the millions
Diligence for those that spit sili-cons
Silly cons, I been illy since I was really
Um this high, knee high
I mean lie where no eye could see
Spy, you dies, we multiply
Homie told me today we gon' be alright
Cause no matter how dark it get
We wait til a brighter light
Shit, so please never call it quit's
From the 'Go to the Raleighwood
My niggas it's all good