mind And I'll be good to you We're gift-wrapped kitty Kats We're only turning into tigers when we gotta fight back Let's go, Eskimo Out into the blue
I put you in the rap with some serious funk I wouldn?t buy you a car, no diamonds and shit All the time talkin? about your fake-ass gifts George bought
One source of energy The ultimate discovery Electric blue for me Never more to be free Electricity Nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea Wasted
me down I was born to be fly, I don't like the ground So don't tell me stay grounded I'm good in my town And when I was blue you just ran around I shouldn
Jack , need some caramel in the back And since you askin lick me like Baskin, Like you Robbin creamwhere you been? Multitask my ass like computer blue
I give you some love and now you seem to act funny Was it you got blessed or for one simple kiss That you could not resist when I threw you the gift?
Sanchez, Santanio Holmes, I'm not just any old homeboy Sitting in a lab picking up a pad I be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I have Lord
rhymes hotter than Red Devil So peel off, like a potato ("Cool") Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator Doc the Butcher is a true blue
never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue
from peace, the hint of an every evolving magic; a precious place combines and still confirms the space the oneness and togetherness. And still a softer morning in March a gift
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
awkward when we talk about morbid conditions Vividly described, from this side of the lie detector Cypher nectar, from the bloss of natural toxins, approach with caution Blow flames in blue
ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I
shot last The underdog stranger, super freak hot blast The hard drop rip is a hostile swing Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting Swift with the gifts
HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [A.J. Shine] First off, I'm burstin off shots of gab and gettin lifted by the gift, I start to
live If I were a sculptor but then again no Or a man who sell potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is
chillin in the living room, wrapped in a quilt I'm waiting on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparing My gifts to my homeboy next door to me A gift here,
Alley Children's Choir & Gift of Gab) People grow in my back yard In my garden, in my heart Pink and purple, red and blue On this sunny afternoon Verse (Gift