Bop

First name, Holmes, I be in the zone I'm a prophet not for profit, I am never on my own I'm a papi not a copy, ain't gon' never been a clone Every morning kinda sorta pull a sword from out a stone Last name, Sand, find me in the jam Going blind and doing fine at trying find out who I am Any region, any season, overseas and over land Intuition over reason as the means to understand Home-base, earth, I'ma make it work I'm a star that's on a trek, a bit of Spock a bit a Kirk Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth Lifestyle, God, she's not a mirage And I may not be a Muslim, but I'm going on a Hajj Even though I'm not a Christian any time, I'm feelin' cross Any second I can check in with the boss The most high blessed me with particular truth I get extracurricular loose, powered by first-rate curcumin Blood-curdling loops Can be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof Latest turn on my internal pursuit Not the one that's turning turtles to soup I also doubt the germ and not the journalist that's selling the scoop Nonetheless, I'm tryna settle disputes, poof Passing on the virtual park jam Just because I'm not a mark, it makes me a marked man Just because I don't believe in marketing I always gotta break off conversation tryna shake some unmarked van Careful when you're crossing the street Watch for messengers, leave a message after the beep Something off in North America Take it from the character you're bound to come across in your sleep Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy Tryna make sense outta life gets crazy My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip Razor sharp, there ain't no blunting the Bic You never catch the blunt to my lips Lately, when I'm taking a risk Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm makin' a wish All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit While I exit I'ma blow you a kiss, heh Attaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance Boy Sand, everybody know I move different A little bit more scientific Big fish in a big pond, big dog, Clifford Perhaps a little narcissist No proceeding with the cautiousness I up the consciousness, yes Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot You could tell the way I walk with a bop