Harmony

It's what we need

It's, impossible for

You to succeed

Without harmony

Oh, without harmony, harmony, harmony...

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

**** must want to get stomped up in this bitch

Finally, we rich! (Oh ho-ha-ha)

Laughing at these **** 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)

Harmony

It's what we need

It's, impossible for

You to succeed

Without harmony

Oh, without harmony, harmony, harmony...

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 **** 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...)

What...

Im...

You...

Out...

You...

Without harmony, harmony, harmony, harmony...

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, ****

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...)