Crossroads

El akili too bad Ask Ydee This and that Them too dey yarn Weezy knows T black knows Running through the maze of life Only one man can call it time Shooting shots till I'm lost of rhymes Mos def this rhymes rooted in black thoughts Throw these words back and forth but money still pendulum Still tryna catch a focus The cameras getting actions from my passion Smile on my face, and most times I'm praying Only paper chasing but still gat these haters preying It's realer than you think, swear a niggas been skating through his demons like Katy Taylor Still tryna patch me a jacket like a tailor It's a cold world that I'm living in I stopped sipping lyn Still a nigga rhythmic Puppeteer state of mind but the strings pulling me The know el akili be the fucking wickedest They asking what I'm bringing to the table cause a nigga ain't gat no label Still I'm dropping bomb blasts with hot sauce, I'm conscious Dropping these bars with energy I'm ever green Ever cream, ever sleek, mehn I'm heavenly Yeah, they know a nigga heavenly Ten years later Circle still tighter than your bitches punani