Living Legends, Pep Love, Mystik Journeymen - Telepathy lyrics
[Living Legends, Pep Love, Mystik Journeymen - Telepathy lyrics]
Angelz Wit Dirty Faces
I certainly had suckers in servitude
With sick sermons
I've been a serpent since I was a wee lad
My tongue was sharp
Rippin' this shit from the start
A buff brain and a humongous heart
How can I make this world a better place?
With the words comin' outta my face
If it's some fake shit?
How can I reach my peeps if
I'm rhymin' over beats that's weak
And my songs ain't unique?
So from the beginnin' my instinct
Was to have a style that
Was distinct and in sync
To the beat of the brink of eruption
I think I think too much
So I water the page with ink
Incredible art form
Wrought from the part of my thoughts
That shake concepts and start storms
I graduated from broke four
Tracks and ear phones
With the short in the wire
Makin' these here songs
I swell 'em when I'm in my element
You better tell 'em my flows sexy
Elegant, bringin' the rebellion
Hip hop's the cure to the ailment
I've been waitin' to unveil hit's
For our further development
And it don't quit and it don't stop uh, huh
Yeah and it don't quit
And it don't stop uh, huh
Peep peep in other countries
Hostin' TV shows clear my toes
On sandy beaches makin' doe off of throwin'
Our own shows worldwide show me the money
If you want a tour i think back
Three or four years ago doin' shows
To pay the electricity bill still
Broke, livin' off a taco truck my real
Folks was the people that I starved with
Fuck the bullshit i put a beadie butt in a
Bong if the weeds all gone
Makin' songs at the house if a beats on
While we smokin' somebody starts freestylin'
And grabs the broken microphone
Bustin' raps on the four track
Till the whole pack spit
Sometimes endin' up with nine
Minute songs and shit
You know how it get, now you feelin' it
I only write when the beats on
I guess it's wrong
I leave it to the track to dictate the song
Topic view from the inner optic
Plug in the sockets to
Energize the loose leaf
Both sides of my sheet is never neat chief
Crossed out lines and rhymes
I would never use i'm a picky dude
Dues been paid since the last
Time Snoop had his fade
Tell promoters +It's A G Thang+
Like they don't know
We rip it everywhere that we go
Bitch please
You dealin' with some underground OGs
Internal rippers it's the microphone tripper
I certainly had suckers in servitude
With sick sermons
I've been a serpent since I was a wee lad
My tongue was sharp
Rippin' this shit from the start
A buff brain and a humongous heart
How can I make this world a better place?
With the words comin' outta my face
If it's some fake shit?
How can I reach my peeps if
I'm rhymin' over beats that's weak
And my songs ain't unique?
So from the beginnin' my instinct
Was to have a style that
Was distinct and in sync
To the beat of the brink of eruption
I think I think too much
So I water the page with ink
Incredible art form
Wrought from the part of my thoughts
That shake concepts and start storms
I graduated from broke four
Tracks and ear phones
With the short in the wire
Makin' these here songs
I swell 'em when I'm in my element
You better tell 'em my flows sexy
Elegant, bringin' the rebellion
Hip hop's the cure to the ailment
I've been waitin' to unveil hit's
For our further development
And it don't quit and it don't stop uh, huh
Yeah and it don't quit
And it don't stop uh, huh
Peep peep in other countries
Hostin' TV shows clear my toes
On sandy beaches makin' doe off of throwin'
Our own shows worldwide show me the money
If you want a tour i think back
Three or four years ago doin' shows
To pay the electricity bill still
Broke, livin' off a taco truck my real
Folks was the people that I starved with
Fuck the bullshit i put a beadie butt in a
Bong if the weeds all gone
Makin' songs at the house if a beats on
While we smokin' somebody starts freestylin'
And grabs the broken microphone
Bustin' raps on the four track
Till the whole pack spit
Sometimes endin' up with nine
Minute songs and shit
You know how it get, now you feelin' it
I only write when the beats on
I guess it's wrong
I leave it to the track to dictate the song
Topic view from the inner optic
Plug in the sockets to
Energize the loose leaf
Both sides of my sheet is never neat chief
Crossed out lines and rhymes
I would never use i'm a picky dude
Dues been paid since the last
Time Snoop had his fade
Tell promoters +It's A G Thang+
Like they don't know
We rip it everywhere that we go
Bitch please
You dealin' with some underground OGs
Internal rippers it's the microphone tripper