Number 11 in the Respect Due series. Salute to my reason for rhyming, Redman.
Directed by Nick Burnz (Black Algebra Multimedia)
Lyrics:
To be specific
Anybody could get it
Bite the bullet I spit it
Split it middle the digit
Fiddle and fidget
Forget it
T for terrific
I’m gifted in language arts —
Napoleon Bonaparte
You coming up short
Cohorts with wizards and witches
Scholars, sages and sisters
that burn it down til it embers
Do you Remember, take it back to placenta
Now find your center
You in the womb- why did you enter?
What were you sent for?
Choose your adventure
Life comes at you fast, like a ball of burning gas
Karma from the past cause us to cross paths
Still A star by any other name, set the world aflame
This energy can’t be contained like a potent strain
She Haley’s Comet
once in a lifetime
Your lifeline
Arrived at just the right time
catch me while you can motherfucker
Or suffer- the consequences
No coincidences
this was supposed to happen
Minu