Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beautiful , by - Masta Ace. Release date: 23.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beautiful |
| Yeah, BK, Uptown, Boogie Down, Queens |
| It’s beautiful |
| Listen, I got a lot to say |
| Usually my smile stay locked away |
| But not today, I have to laugh on the real |
| The aftermath’s kind of ill like I’m Dr. Dre |
| Sometimes I run to the club and get faded |
| This game make you get jaded, I just hate it (just hate it) |
| But this song gives a different kind of feeling |
| It’s a new kind of dealing, it’s a special kind of healing (uh huh) |
| And I can show what it is |
| Best flow in the biz? |
| You know what it is |
| Positive over negative, see the Ace a Masta |
| Even when I face disaster (that's right) |
| I rise up above |
| See, people still showing me love |
| Got the respect without dropping a check |
| This hip hop thing might stop in a sec |
| So this brand new hit, you can pop in the deck |
| It’s beautiful |
| So look inside yourself |
| Something you never felt |
| Feeling like nothing else |
| What’s inside goes beyond your mind, it’s beautiful |
| Yeah, this is brand new Uptowns still in the box |
| This is the Yankees, 10-nothing, killing the Sox |
| This ain’t hugging the block with a gat in your hand |
| This is Boca Raton on a catamaran (that's right) |
| With the sun beaming down where you at in the sand |
| I feel like I’m more than a cat with a plan |
| This feels like it’s more than a flash in the pan |
| This is milk in the cup and cash in your hand |
| This is a warm coat on the coldest night |
| That’s why I stole this mic, y’all don’t hold this right (nope) |
| First in a class of many |
| This is a bottle of Jack, no a glass of Henny (that's right) |
| Now drink it up 'til there ain’t nothing left in it |
| I’m repping it, BK, that’s a definite |
| Just more of these amazing rhymes |
| A song like this in these days and times is beautiful |
| So look inside yourself |
| Something you never felt |
| Feeling like nothing else |
| What’s inside goes beyond your mind, it’s beautiful |
| (I'm wishing on a, on a, on…) the most beautifullest thing ever |
| And it’s here to bring terror to the bling era (yeah) |
| You can feel it in your inner |
| It’s like Grandma’s house, Thanksgiving dinner |
| It’s like a day in the park |
| Or at night when you get the ball and you play in the dark (swish) |
| It’s that street corner music |
| Where most cats when they pull that heat gon' use it |
| I see a black man aiming his gun |
| But I’d rather see a black man claiming his son |
| You know the sound is pretty |
| Even when you got to get down and gritty |
| This is money in the bank like you down with Diddy |
| This a helicopter ride around the city |
| And we love it cause it brought us here |
| It’s a young mother braiding her daughter’s hair |
| It’s beautiful |
| So look inside yourself |
| Something you never felt |
| Feeling like nothing else |
| What’s inside goes beyond your mind, it’s beautiful |