Lyrics An echo from the hosts that profess infinitum - Shabazz Palaces

An echo from the hosts that profess infinitum

All that diamond dust blowing up your hopes
Flamboyant obstacles
Deals made to cope, wow
Embroidered truths
Shots at all you soft niggas, huh
Ideas in recline, rise of the lost,
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
No yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Hey, here we stand
Slave to networks, master plans
Swag’s the brand, open a can
Chain’s off still, y’all never ran
I brag, I boast, I kill, I coast, I toast to cake and crime
Doing the most, a stronger dose, a king at leisure time
So your grace or mine
Don’t these legs fantastasize
Gang signs point to hang them high
Who, Swindle?
Oh yeah, that’s my guy
The forecast: Heat, with chance to blast
Hustle though sure don’t seem fast
My kiss, my list, my dreams, my stash
See certain things need not be asked
You think I’m selfish, exist only to wish on stars
Lay in wait, then cut the bars and then go ice the guards
Touch the hood and go kiss granny, catch a box of food
Play the blade and feel that sunlight till you’re in the mood
But who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think who you are?
Who do you think who you are?