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