Praises

A sentient pen Distinctive ink with Grip equipped with stick shift To relinquish pink slips Ancient English over wind drifts Spin this vintage Found in the bins with A grimy blend mix And a 90's "Friend's" disc At the pawn shop Where its finely fenced in A long walk down the tracks Just behind the engines You can find my mentions With the Sublime of dead men Lookin' down on my head when I rhyme intentions of spirits beyond I just hear 'em and calm Astral projection Past assholes who forget when To protect the planet we on You can pray til your knees gone But what you say won't relieve those who need you to be strong My son needs a father to lean on See farther than I can New horizons Know when to multiply and When to divide land See past the eye-span So much more off the shores of our island I cram knowledge into my jams Polish my plans Leave 'em with a freedom like abolished spy cams My man, they lie, sham, scam Scram, when the truth comes Loot, shoot, mis-use guns Pollution from the fools tongue But dad ri-ri-ra-ra-raps Dad raps his higher rhythms into fire systems So when it all boils down Thank God I got a cool son, Praises! Why don't you just give it up For someone else Or you just be livin' stuck Doin' for self Why don't you just give it up For someone else Or you just be livin' stuck Just doin' for self Give praises! I can't think of what I did this week Another album on the way Yah, the list complete Not often that I hit the streets But you sayin' I don't hit the beat? Gimme a fuckin' break! I'm in the roughest shape, so Cut the tape, yo Enough mistakes I'm in the oven, baked Where the stakes are high degrees One swing of the iron these Emcees fall flat, oh the irony Tryin' to find the steam Trapped inside my time machine Like a vibrant dream Cut short by a knife inside ya spleen Fell asleep on a point Just to wake and find your keys By mistake, and leave your jeep As it just gets creamed By a semi on the interstate Lost in thought Almost locked the door for no escape Now there's smog and smoke an frogs are croakin' Praises to God that your flaws are spoken Open the portion to permanent poison to soak in And jet the throne These dogs best left kept at home I'll make 'em fetch a bone to the sound of a metronome Send it home Praises are due, so f*ck you And that pretentious tone May your rocks be thrown Held on high, as I exit stoned Just walk on by I'm often best kept left alone So I'm in my zone Send praises in phrases To all that amazes Raise it on high To the patrons awaitin' some peace for their patience, Praises! Why don't you just give it up For someone else Or you just be livin' stuck Doin' for self Why don't you just give it up For someone else Or you just be livin' stuck Just doin' for self Give praises! Are you only gonna do for self? Give it up for someone else Try an hide your vulnerable Raise it high if your honorable