Could the drummer have some y'all?
Could the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time

C'MON DRUMMER~!

[Chorus: Blakkout] {sample from Hathaway & Flack's "The Closer I Get to You"}

{The closer I get to yoooooou...}
I realize all the things that I gotta do
{The more you make me seeeee...}

Had the ^!$$%z smokin dro and Kools', sippin brews - DAMN!
{By giving me all you goooot...}
Sorry I ain't around, but I got you!

{Your love has captured me...}
'til amends, these are enough to spot you


[Blakkout - Verse 1ne]
Listen, don't think of dissin 'cause I'm dippin, always on the mission
Ain't (*##$in, I'm just pissed when I'm witnessin your position

You insisted me, admittin that things should be different
Readin it through your eyes and don't read mine, there's no more siblings
I feel your pain when you're wishin I'm all that wasn't missin

Workin the finger to the bone to keep food in the kitchen
You are one of the few that got mistaken to my vision
Off the chains how you were livin, foreign better hold ya head up

My older brother too, look what the struggle done to you
Hoppin out a Hummer through sand 'cause Sam wanted you?!
Ain't poor, ain't rich, but look at the bull%#@!

that you gotta handle just to receive a full check
Seein brothas with plans that got you with them sniperheads
Screamin "$#&@ you" to France, in war with them diaperheads

So for your sake, I'm gonna do more than make moves
Have you eatin grape without no more Kuwait moves
Slide to home base -- he's SAFE!!


[Chorus]


[Blakkout - Verse 2wo]
Yeah, I keep a list of the thangs I wanna change around ya
Your workaholic habits, and all the lames that hound ya

Wanna surprise ya with somethin to help ya change ya lifestyle
I plan to do it, why will I say it? 'Cause trust me I gotcha
But I'm sorry, I gotta go, conversations with you is so important

But this is what change and the mortgage's costin
Switchin from you sheddin tears sat at your Navi' dear
Interferein with Jr. go to ya Sr. gets a beer

Damn! Takin a look at my right hand
Man, keep me awake, writin all night like Sandman
And got the %#@! off of me, and time to be asleep

You sold many good deeds, time for you to reap
Now I grind, all the time, ain't no time for bein weak
Or takin breaks from makin cake, 'cause

It get a lot deeper than my song broadcast
But how would I look puttin the life on full blast
to my main doormaaat...


[Chorus]


[Blakkout - Verse 3hree]
Uh-huh, a beautiful mind is what most say
You don't say pointless %#@!, schoolin me ever since I was six

STABLE {?} to make money, but I take money
So I be in the booth all day, don't wait on me
'Cause if I was to grab shoes, see if yours fit

I woulda BEEN forfeit, snapped and lost it
Stresses let the gat pop, I feel ya pain, fat rocks
So I'ma keep, heat on every beat, 'til the track stop

I'm a rap cash crop, before then
Mami for me you let ya $$# drop, even when I had not
Ever since you was known as Cinnamon, the world'll bring ya

Everything you deserve, double X rocks on ya finger
Dime potential, but when you don't have
Makes me so mad, motivates fire on my notepad

Oh %#@!~! Yo Rick, I couldn't keep a straight face
That big tank %#@!, I just needed to take space
That say peoples, right?

Hahaha..HEHEHEHAHAHEHAHHEHAHAHA~!

{The closer I get to yoooooou...}
{The more you make me seeeee...}
{By giving me all you goooot...}

{Your love has captured me...}
{...The closer I get to yoooooou...}
{The feeling come over meeeee...}
{(Me too) Pulling closer, sweet as the gravityyyyy...}
*fades*