Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soundtrack To My Thought Process, artist - OpioDate of issue: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Soundtrack To My Thought Process |
| My nigga P. Cubano, hail from Santiago |
| He said pass me that bottle of rum, we make mojitos |
| And puff some Monte Cristos while we listen to James Brown |
| «King Heroin» pumpin out the JVC now |
| As I sip my drink, begin to think about where I’m at |
| Tip the ashes off my cigar, and start to trip on trap |
| Doors that await me, but lately, my Spidey Sense |
| Been tinglin, fingerin out the snakes |
| See I move with experience, choose and select |
| Smoke with no filter, hickeys on my neck |
| Scratches on my back from rough sex but what’s next |
| Goin through my cycles of 7 I retrospect |
| Remember when it first hit me, me Phest' and Kenny |
| Pushin down Ocean Boulevard in a renty |
| Ha ha, it’s a brand new year, hear me? |
| And I’m about to get mine the harder way |
| Penny for my thoughts you crazy, I’m the author that illustrate |
| Heart attack with pen and pape, can’t escape |
| Might I be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme |
| My mindstate like a lighthouse in the fog |
| Beamin — slicin through the haze |
| While I’m puffin on purple, I circumvent the maze |
| They premeditate like a rat in a cage |
| I’m like Sly Stone, Cobra, my hands on the gauge |
| Blastin off stage in a haphazard way |
| But still hit the fat bastard with accura-cy |
| Sayin why oh why did I need cappucino |
| He ran up in the Starbucks with a gat in his pea coat |
| Havin flashbacks of seminary back in the East |
| O got robbed workin Baskin Robbins 15 years old |
| He told me reach for the sky |
| Now inside my palm lies the cosmos, the omniscient prognosis |
| That I’m strong encodin peyote poetry |
| Ain’t Jodeci, O to Z, oversee |
| Overstand, this ain’t corporate sized, just more precise |
| And go blaow like the discharge from a 45 |
| Everytime I touch this mic you know I put my heart into it |
| Formulatin orchestrate record and make the art of music |
| Populations occupations 'cross the nation God forsaken |
| Pop my tape in watch me elevate with this new shit |
| Words of wisdom in the kitchen cookin up this energy |
| Wolfgang Cluck can’t fuck with my recipe |
| Heard your engine burstin pistons plus you got a slow leak |
| «Third Eye Vision» premonition, better listen closely |
| Who is he. |
| could it be O-Blinzy |