Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Style, artist - Roy Hargrove. Album song Earfood, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Groovin' High
Song language: English
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| Yeah, this is the truth |
| Common Sense, wit Tony Touch |
| It’s the type of music we be |
| From Chicago to New York |
| I ain’t move, I’m just movin' crowds baby |
| Yo yo check it |
| Supreme life, I seen light at the end of the path |
| Beginning wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a half |
| Cognac, pimps, Hennessey’s resemble my dad |
| Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it’s hard to remember the staff |
| From the land of shit-talk |
| Point stars and pitch forks, this ain’t a game, only a bitch barks |
| The streets is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God |
| Tradin crack for link cards |
| Heavy, so I sleep hard and breathe eye accounts |
| In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of Farrakhan |
| And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know they need it |
| It’s like I’m Eldrige Cleaver wit my mind set on cleavage |
| Reachin for the heavens since the bliss fell from the elevated, I speak |
| Wit Technics like a 1200 |
| Black males wanted, the sign of the times |
| Read: one for project prisons wanted dead |
| I sped to the light, my realness bled through the mic |
| Like Marvin, I’m willing to save the children givin lead to the night |
| It was written but untold |
| Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts |
| Like old school to park, my thoughts connect |
| No longer is it impeach the president or break to mic check |
| I circumcised the clouds, wit thoughts that raise your third eyebrow |
| 'cause the sun is my child, bloaw |
| Yeah it’s Com Sense, Tony Touch |
| Peace to my god NO ID, yeah why-Not, Dug Infinite, Sean Lett |
| We just bringin it to why’all Chicago style to New York |
| And we travellin all over the world, peace |