Paradise
Cyne
3:42Sunshine over Florida, baby, we getting golden The sound we perfect—we break until we broken I slide to the rhythm and laugh For Clyde hit 'em, are you joking? Better than God, crack you smoking Blessed to the vocals, come close, I don't know you I flow too visual, sound is so hopeful Easy, greazy, be you so I can be me I roll four deep and my crew remain greazy Get to the picture, Cise Star dating your sister So don't get mad and guess who's coming to dinner Diamond on the wristwatch, nah, that's not hip hop I dig, dug through nubs and fall through the pit stop Slick style warrior, smooth with inner passion Only stop for the purest of heart—give me action Stumble on the humble, so what's your name and number? Going through the struggle, but still this nigga love ya Slap you like a bracelet with force—you can't take it The intro slides into the track, nothing sacred It's laser-bright, pinnacle star, we are Laser—burn a hole right through your new car So laser—fresh and new like brand new drawers Laser—at the speed of life, Hollywood stars Laser—like sir in Vegas up in the Blazer I cross-fade ya and made ways into the majors It's euthanasia when my pen touches the paper From stun to kill, I turned up the phaser Will Robinson, danger Rappin' is like street poetry It lets you express your feelings inside, or the way you are It's like your signature, your outfit, or the way you move Even if you don't know it, everybody's gotta rap But we don't all work on it Rappin's gotta be in rhyme If it's not, it ain't worth a dime Rappin' is a way of saying, "Knock, knock" Who's there? Me, open the door and listen to what I got to say