Blu - 3 Feet Higher lyrics
[Blu - 3 Feet Higher lyrics]
You walk into this room at your own
Risk, because it leads to the future, not a
Future that will be but one that might
Be this is not a new world
It is simply an extension of what began in
The old one it has patterned it'self after
Every dictator who has ever
Planted the ripping imprint
Of a boot on the pages of
History since the beginning of time
It has refinements, technological advances
And a more sophisticated approach to
The destruction of human freedom
But like every
One of the super-states that preceded it, it
Has one iron rule: logic is an enemy
And truth is a menace any state, any
Entity, any ideology that fails
To recognize the
Worth, the dignity, the rights of Man
That state is obsolete
Cheeba, a 3 feet higher rise
Took it to utopia or a Tokyo high rise
Or a Brooklyn brownstone
You heard of Bridgetown? We
Got them crowns on
Damn, Chris Paul misses free throws
I'm headed to the east coast
Pass the tree though
We on the beach with the bitch doin' flips
Cool shit
Sunshine like Kubrick, my eyes wide
Chinese Siamese chicks i guess we could fuck
I mean you keep stressin' me to fuck
Oh bro, i dint' know eye's high
You said wifey, I thought u said wifi
Yeah she a dime piece i
See where your mind's at
But on the real, real, I need a dime sack
Let me call the homie i be right back
Ugh, rewind that
Risk, because it leads to the future, not a
Future that will be but one that might
Be this is not a new world
It is simply an extension of what began in
The old one it has patterned it'self after
Every dictator who has ever
Planted the ripping imprint
Of a boot on the pages of
History since the beginning of time
It has refinements, technological advances
And a more sophisticated approach to
The destruction of human freedom
But like every
One of the super-states that preceded it, it
Has one iron rule: logic is an enemy
And truth is a menace any state, any
Entity, any ideology that fails
To recognize the
Worth, the dignity, the rights of Man
That state is obsolete
Cheeba, a 3 feet higher rise
Took it to utopia or a Tokyo high rise
Or a Brooklyn brownstone
You heard of Bridgetown? We
Got them crowns on
Damn, Chris Paul misses free throws
I'm headed to the east coast
Pass the tree though
We on the beach with the bitch doin' flips
Cool shit
Sunshine like Kubrick, my eyes wide
Chinese Siamese chicks i guess we could fuck
I mean you keep stressin' me to fuck
Oh bro, i dint' know eye's high
You said wifey, I thought u said wifi
Yeah she a dime piece i
See where your mind's at
But on the real, real, I need a dime sack
Let me call the homie i be right back
Ugh, rewind that