Harmony

[Chorus: Baatin] Harmony It's what we need It's, impossible for You to succeed Without harmony Oh, without harmony, harmony, harmony... [Verse 1: Baatin] Harmony's great! Time is forsaken Practice is why all my lyrics are makin' sense For the dense, screwing you with a wrench My rhyme is intense, like the love that I mince It's crucial, you must got me mistaken for this chump Niggas must want to get stomped up in this bitch Finally, we rich! (Oh ho-ha-ha) Laughing at these niggas who think they makin' it rapping Tss – you just a citizen, loyal to a faulty corporation Free your shit from this wicked experiment You can't understand from whence this message is sent And my soul is free like a dove in the sky And my eyes have seen the coming (Coming) (Coming... -ing... -ing... -ing) [Chorus: Baatin] Harmony It's what we need It's, impossible for You to succeed Without harmony Oh, without harmony, harmony, harmony... [Verse 2: T3] Check it out, dawg! I gotta hold it down Got a ball that'll throw like a bowlin' pal When I flow then you know that I stole this round Send them boy to they toes 'cause it's on right now If I feel that I need, then a nigga might bleed With his cars, and his keys, and his girl and his weed It's a shame, but indeed, he will fall to his knees It's the lust of the cash and the money that's green If I like what I kick and I spit what I flow And I do what I do for motherfuckin' doe! (Stack) When it's paper, many pages when its rhymes When I leave, then I'm gone, you know that it's time (Shittt) We the ones still in this bitch! Without crews like The S, then some can't exist It's a must that I humble myself when I spit When I'm one with my body and my soul is at bliss (One! One, one, one...) [Chorus: Baatin, chopped] What... Im... You... Out... You... Without harmony, harmony, harmony, harmony... [Verse 3: Elzhi] Beautiful as a pretty piece of crystal My crisp flow'll make you whistle Within amazement, it's all ages You haven't the vaguest ideal I spill like doing "The Macarena" holding a martini With bars leaning in a verse, dancing I could have wrote your first anthem Inside a perfect world, I left the Earth standing Motionless, showing its worst antics Recording time through twin pupils The pen's useful, living proof that a man's fruitful I would salute you if you was tight, but instead I shoot you Right between your eyes and your hair where you been bamboozled You lost more than a style, you lost yourself, niggas I let you dwell with the others As I excel on a higher scale Then leave the sky trail forming my name A prince born as a king Avoiding the swings of hostile upbringing Trying to live the opposite I hold an image like the film in the hand of photographers they shot it in (Shot it in, shot it in, shot it in, shot it in, shot it in, shot it in, shot it in, shot it in...)