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Socks · 09-10-2002, 09:14 AM

Reminds me of this new song floating around.. It's relevant so I'll post.

[method man]

I was gutta when you met me, gutta when you left me, gutta when you came back, face it, nothing can change that. Not romance, nor marriage counselling, you dropped the ball now I'm bouncin, find me a room to smoke up an ounce in. Waitin for my baby to call, forgivin' all, on some break up, to make up shit, giving me drawers... Now I adore mi amour, but every time she wanna go to war... I'm lookin... At the FRONT DOOR

[pharoahe monch]

You can keep the negatives ma, please.. I get the picture. But the emotional ties was different when I first split ya. Claimin I brought pain to the thing like King Kong, like villains in them western flicks said I was well hung.. Who put you up on Talib Kweli in the village of slum, read the book of Psalms to give you Maoth Say Tung... And you actin like you don't know what I came here for... It's wrong to put our spiritual growth at the front door, infectionous smiles, so you can front more, I SHOULD call you somethin that walks on all four's, but you got a fella heated for sure, love it or delete it, it's raw, feelin cheated when I'm out on tour, I catch a glimpse from beyond this globe - on the same note. Cuz in torrential downpours, I keep a raincoat, and a bottle of Cham'bore to let the brain float, pray for sun after the rain, and greet the rainbow.

[kool g rap]

G rap aconda, I'm not the kind that's prone to be dissed, so let me make this clear for you just like the stones on my wrist. Just cause the door's closed don't mean I'm on the phone with a chick, I'm just a cat about his B.I. in the zone to get rich. Straight up politickin' so where you lay your dome will be sick, stack cake, keep food on the plate, and chrome on the 6. Then we can make a little fam, just us alone in the sticks, and I can get rid of these bricks and be gone from the strip... Y'know?

09-10-2002, 09:14 AM
Socks Confirmed User Industry Role: Join Date: May 2002 Location: Toronto Posts: 8,475	Reminds me of this new song floating around.. It's relevant so I'll post. [method man] I was gutta when you met me, gutta when you left me, gutta when you came back, face it, nothing can change that. Not romance, nor marriage counselling, you dropped the ball now I'm bouncin, find me a room to smoke up an ounce in. Waitin for my baby to call, forgivin' all, on some break up, to make up shit, giving me drawers... Now I adore mi amour, but every time she wanna go to war... I'm lookin... At the FRONT DOOR [pharoahe monch] You can keep the negatives ma, please.. I get the picture. But the emotional ties was different when I first split ya. Claimin I brought pain to the thing like King Kong, like villains in them western flicks said I was well hung.. Who put you up on Talib Kweli in the village of slum, read the book of Psalms to give you Maoth Say Tung... And you actin like you don't know what I came here for... It's wrong to put our spiritual growth at the front door, infectionous smiles, so you can front more, I SHOULD call you somethin that walks on all four's, but you got a fella heated for sure, love it or delete it, it's raw, feelin cheated when I'm out on tour, I catch a glimpse from beyond this globe - on the same note. Cuz in torrential downpours, I keep a raincoat, and a bottle of Cham'bore to let the brain float, pray for sun after the rain, and greet the rainbow. [kool g rap] G rap aconda, I'm not the kind that's prone to be dissed, so let me make this clear for you just like the stones on my wrist. Just cause the door's closed don't mean I'm on the phone with a chick, I'm just a cat about his B.I. in the zone to get rich. Straight up politickin' so where you lay your dome will be sick, stack cake, keep food on the plate, and chrome on the 6. Then we can make a little fam, just us alone in the sticks, and I can get rid of these bricks and be gone from the strip... Y'know?