Words to look after from this first chapter
As if I have to tell them my reality
Cause them pas know, what the befores know
I’m ‘bout to touch your mind
I’m from the land of palm trees and gun smoke
187 he wrote and many men choke
Off greenery to slow down the scenery
Good evening my people, mya thunder got no equal
This manuscript I spits with Cali culture
Delivered with my riffs from native sources
I hear them voices, c’est dem mya come fou
But it’s I that they a call upon to push this vibration true saying
Words to look after from this first chapter
As if I have to tell them my reality
Cause them pas know, what the befores know
I’m ‘bout to touch your mind
Words to look after from this first chapter
As if I have to tell them my reality
Cause them na know, what the befores know
I’m ‘bout to touch your mind
I scan them books for clues on where we come from
And the truth of it all but sometimes it makes my head numb
Cause some things don’t fall in place, and some things have been erased
So I got to make conclusions on what befores tell me
My scattered thoughts to lead to clearer pictures
As you can tell from this chant of rambling figures
And some day you just might get it, and if that day comes
We can post up have some brews and conversation
Words to look after from this first chapter
As if I have to tell them my reality
Cause them pas know, what the befores know
I’m ‘bout to touch your mind
Words to look after from this first chapter
As if I have to tell them my reality
Cause them na know, what the befores know
I’m ‘bout to touch your mind
I’m from the land of palm trees and gun smoke
187 he wrote and many men choke
Off greenery to slow down the scenery
Good evening my people, mya thunder got no equal
This manuscript I spits with Cali culture
Delivered with my riffs from native sources
I hear them voices, c’est dem mya come fou
But it’s I that they a call upon to push this vibration true saying
© 2007 by Konu, All rights reserved.
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Lyrics submitted by Co Shack.