Lyrics
Yo let me tell you bout my problems, they say we all got problems, i only got one problem, this my mudafuckin problem
Call Hip Hop the unfinished sentence, im hear to add a few years to the penance.
The grinds relentless, my time it stretches and grow tenfold, so I mark it in my penfold, but its hard to sell an english gent on the metrics. Been smashing rock since jimmy stopped representing. Now im free walk the beat, cracks in my feet and cracks in the street. Stopped a sec and tried to mend it but the crack disolved as I devolved, smoke aproached and choked my throat left my mind demented. Gotta meditate on some zen shit. Hit bottom, then transend it, be like water and seek the low levels men abhor flow to beats and blend it, with the voice of kings and queens from kemet. Now the gang violence endless. Red and blue, clowns in suits, dancing monkeys, uncle toms and black faced jesters. symbols made with hands, no hieroglyphs just gestures. Forgot that godly ethic, on record cause its epic, the walls still represent I walked the halls and rested, in the corridors of the old school, where they spit the first words of the sentence the first words to reflect... so come and check it.
The problem is holdin on to my thoughts,
Nah the problem is tryna hold on to my thoughts
Said the problem is holdin on to my thoughts,
No the problem is tryna hold on to my thoughts
Yo t, I dont think they can hear me clearly
How can I make it any more clear g.
The problem is tryna hold on to my thoughts,
The problem is holdin on
The problem is holding on (repeat)
The greatest mc, probably, isn't even born yet, greatest of all time, don't lick lips, in torn vests. If he’s out there, he raps lines without cares, lil mudafucka blessed by the dow there. with skills of conquest, dope from the onset, freestyle a thesis, ur frees are nonsence.
Talks in rhyme, i don’t mean, muddled or suspect, words carved, par excellence, rhymes his damn banter, part of the grammer, so far advanced, in the art of the stanzas, par for the course, stepped way past his cast, learned since a rugrat to rap bout his path.
The greatest mc, don’t do this for fees, he do this for free, like the sea moves the weeds, talks in poetry don’t do this for graff, does this like its jazz, dropping bars out his ass, shits nonchalant.
Rap for a living to the kid is a farce, caught the best shows for free seen the kid in the park
Buzzd of the grind, hits his crack pipe then laughs (Gettin paid offa rap to the kid is a farce)
Hasn’t everybody got these bars?
Hasn everyone got these bars (repeat)
Problem is holdin on to my thoughts the problem is tryna hold on to my thoughs
Said problem is holdin on to my thoughts
No the problem is tryna hold on to my thoughts
Yo tino, is anyone listening
Am I making sence or am I just riddeling
The problem is tryna hold on to my thoughts
The problem is holdin on
Problem is holding on holding on (repeat)
Remember the line, was it ket or cocaine
Forgetting these lines, x or methodrone
Cant remember the line is it yours or mine
I'll find a few in the back of my mind
Remember the line, was it ket or cocaine
Forgetting these lines, x or methodrone
Cant remember the line, is it mine or yours
It's always back to the lines in the end
Its always back to the lines in the end (repeat)
