Jewelz

[Intro] Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, ha! Come on, come on, come on (Uh) Yeah (Ha) Yeah (What?) Diggin’ in the Crates, y’all Come on, come on, come on Uh, yeah (What?) Lord Finesse, y’all (Yeah) Check it, uh, check it out Check it out [Verse 1] Yo, my movement motion smooth or rough as the ocean Sometime, it slip away and I lose devotion My judgement get cloudy Then I wanna get rowdy like Romania, terrorize like Saudi Arabia My avians reflects my mood swing, switch colors like a mood ring Wifey telling me good things so I won’t strain Got grey hairs and only been here 25 years Shed tears for niggas I knew for life, now lifeless When you died, to us, was like the Iranian crisis I took it hard like a flick of slow mo’ breathing Prophesized out of a book of A Midsummer Night’s Dreaming Semi-wet as I write this, dragging a cancer stick Smoke thick, Hennessy shots to my wig Half-naked while I jot this, lounging in my boxers Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas I get a boner when I’m asleep, dreaming that I’m lounging on a yacht (Chill in the sun) Boat ‘bout to leave the docks Reality I wake up to Feels like I woke up to a cloud-filled room with angel dust It’s just the… [Hook] Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust Make me wanna cuss I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course [Verse 2] I’m searching for the light like Noah The flame combust upon the Bush foreseeing my future like the nova Pushing for the brighter side of living a life of better times Pouring rhymes like wine ‘til my cup runneth over Temptation on my shoulder, I’m growing colder than a polar bear Thinking ‘bout a bank hold-up I fall upon my lap and rest my head upon my kneecaps Is it a crime that I be dreaming ‘bout the G’s, black? Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life Gotta hold it like a knife, must have more than a slice, you know? Frustration, mental masturbation (Confusion) Life is love, living ‘til I’m right, beating illusions Seclusion, seeing me is rare I’d rather attain stacks, mack the islands on a plane, ready for lift-off And spend grands, sipping exotic juice Laying in the shade in shorts, at a fly resort On my cell, contact the D.I.T.C. cohorts Talking to the god Finesse, we’re tight like Indians with a Mohawk And so on, conversation going on, do the math Dreaming I leave the sand for champagne bubble bath Reality I wake up to Feels like I woke up to a cloud-filled room with angel dust It’s just the… [Hook] Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust Make me wanna cuss I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust Make me wanna cuss I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course [Verse 3] (You’re working hard for the dough) But time seem to go slow Busting your ass to go from an amateur to a pro Low-budget feeling inside, no more can you score Bad and the good fighting inside just like a war Slavery laid a foundation for my nation centuries Before, final call’ll be the New World Order 2K’s on its way, no time for play So I pray to God, got me on a path of righteous ways Even though I get stressed and frustrated The best time for me to bless a rhyme, is put the pen through a test Yeah, I want the riches, the missus on my side on a cold winter night When it blizzard, and work magic like a grand wizard Official, O.C. a two-syllable sound Three-six-zero complete like the Earth is round And on that note, keep hope alive, striving to rise From the Inner soul seeing through the eyes of a Crow, you know? Slow pace you walk for, It’s Only Right Separate the cause from another man Far from Yours Going for mines still, coming off a two-year hiatus And, in that time, niggas bit my shit like alligators It’s alright though, this rap shit is stress for us It makes you feel you’re in a hallway robust with angel dust Reality I wake up to My old dad once told me, “How you live your life is all on you, son” [Hook] Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust Make me wanna cuss I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust Make me wanna cuss I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course