Rainbow Bap

Do you see it? He was a lost boy with rhythm Heart broke, SYRE has risen Look at the stars it's all written Just hold the applause, I'm just gettin' Started with it, it's not hot enough in the kitchen They sayin it's it I guess I'm the one thinking different I'm slick with it, a lotta change Man, I'm Slick Rick and I don't pivot I'm like Pippen hittin' six swishes in six seconds Autonomous whippin' while whole colonies are poverty stricken Young niggas they ain't stoppin' and drippin' The way I dribble the rock They gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin' Blood diamonds, ancestors fightin' with colonist Know your history inherit the confidence It's apparent and obvious I'm the young KRS in your providence And this air that we are breathin' is consciousness Every lyric is prominent (I feel it) Just another cold morning in Paris, I know I wish I was takin' you home But I ain't takin' the long train no more (aah, aah) You don't care about me and it's tough girl And I'm tryin' to feel your love But I'm not fucked up enough Man what a pity New York City lights glow How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home? Girl, I ain't finna lie, you gorgeous We should go to Malibu, let's go to Florence Rainbow on your aura Girl, you soakin' up the sun like a tourist Another plane, she an explorer I'm drinkin' and tellin' her things I'm not sure of Cancún to Angora couldn't find more of a wavy baby We endin' our month in Bora Bora All this time and you're still on my mind and you know (Yeah) Girl, I ain't tryin to leave I'll be right back Left the crib without a top, need a night cap I'm just lookin' at the stars from a path I'm serious and get with you the lyrics are all facts They pop off, you tell 'em, "Relax" I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back And the boy is light as a feather in fact At least we can be together now forever But if we can fly through a pink sky we would never go back Just another cold morning in Paris I know I wish I was takin' you home And I ain't takin' the long train no more You don't care about me and it's tough girl And I'm tryin' to feel your love But I'm not fucked up enough Man what a pity New York City lights glow How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home? We were 17 years old At Cartier, we had a cop Floatin' in my room, it made feel like I'm an astronaut (astronaut) Niggas mad how I acrobat the vocabular And they're wack, these facts just ain't addin' up And I'm back with a math rap It's like the boy invented the abacus Less of a rapper more of a strategist Gotta know that money can't buy happiness You gotta have a long arm still in the hills throwin' up charcoal Shit ain't change nigga I'm still the saddest kid up in the game Thinkin' about you girl I do that everyday Thoughts I was having blew that shit away When I call you, I just don't know what to say Just another cold morning in Paris I know I wish I was takin' you home And I ain't takin' the long train no more You don't care about me and it's tough girl And I'm tryin' to feel your love But I'm not fucked up enough Man what a pity New York City lights glow How many times I gotta tell you niggas I'm home Higher the view I wish you could see how it feels Took three shots, don't drip-drop Quick one-on-one, thought I'd never last Do the math, baby do the math I've been waitin' for it, since I seen you last Say you down for it, down to ride But I called a cab and Girl, I know you smilin' Movin' away for a while Oh girl, your actions don't speak loud and clear Baby girl, you're lying my pillow seen me Cry all night, make peace with you, I try I never got to say goodbye I'm somewhere in the sky Singing twisted lullabies