DJ EFN, Redman, Talib Kweli, Wrekonize - Paradise lyrics

I’m the paradise architect
You be paralyzed off the rim
My heart dark as the blackest pimp
I’m the Cadillac with the tints
They try to squint just to see inside
What is it like to be alive
I killed the track just to see it die
Where the CSI?
I don’t need the game, the game need me
Cause they got more defects than the KGB
When it’s proper for us to
Reflect you probably gonna deflect
The poverty that we see all
America like a reject i ain’t gotta leak it
You pay attention you peep it
You waited for some leader
The truth is never a secret
It’s gotta be online or a TV
For you to see it and even if you see it
You never really believe it
You ain’t never gotta question
If I say it then I mean it
Rock the boat like Aaliyah
The flow is gettin’ you seasick
I die every night then I’m
Born again like a fetus
Get heavenly every week and hit
Paradise for the weekend

Every other city that we roam
And every day I'm here to grow old
What do I call this place I know?
Every day is like a country road
Everybody sees peace in droves
What do we call this place we know?

I woke up early in the afternoon
Expecting life to be disaster soon
But sun kept me up way past the moon
Daily grind halted, scrambled eggs salted
My soul catapulted just to
Greet the high exalted
Who keeps my world spinnin’
Through the glass ceiling?
Some say "Hi!"gher power but I truly
Have a feeling it’s me
I keep my eyes locked on the sea
For knowing how far I’ll go if
I just keep bein’ free
Where you been lately? I been
Halfway around the planet
Tryna learn the language of the lavish
God damnit risin’ with the tide to keep
‘em from going all manic
And holding down the fort for family
If I so plan it
Paradise, gimme a signal from the satellites
To broadcast around the bend where
It ain’t half as nice
Me and my people found Zion and packs of rice
Come join us for the last
Supper cause it happens twice

Now my paradise? Pounds of the best bud
Everything topless, Hefner
Cars, women, before Art Simmons
Red was diggin’ all in
Womens skins like Dexter
Yessir, I’m gettin’ better
Every paragraph is like the
Staff of team Mayweather
Hard work show you paradise
Or you can luck up and get a
Paradise from a pair of dice
Legalize it, lightin' the Isaac Hayes
Fuck chokin’ when you hit it girl
You need the Heimlich
Timeless lyrics for art, thou
I’m your highness you can touch the sky
By hearing these airliners
I’m a poster child for being so endowed
Women treat me like a court case, blow trial
Slam the hammer, I’ve been acquitted
Car sick, and I’ve been admitted
Redman and DJ EFN on your FM the cheques in
Then this another job for the X-Men
Create my paradise of life goals
Keep the hot nine on me like Ebro, nigga