where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
when you fiend for a voice or a beat for pete’s sake
i mean what i speak and i say when beats break
holder of the rhythm, the rhyme, crackle and pop
controller of the limit, that’s why minimal stops
my voice penetrates through the microphone to the tape
makes other MCs relocate
never judge a book by its cover
i’m liable to blow, race covered in red, i ain’t slow
every joe straight down, or every single pro
always understands my method of movement upon a smooth tip
i’m never messing with no loose lips
got me white tooth pick
dirty looking hoochies with no true fit
i don’t get down like that much
respected the vic, cuz the truth is i don’t need a trick
all you groupies trying to grab on the stick
you get whipped, no cream indeed,
they fiend, but there’s only one me
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
to all you homies you don’t know how to act
you get the bozack, losing a minute ain’t worth jack
or a second, matter of fact,
i think i reckon you ain’t down for the course so keep stepping
i’ve been trooping through a wasteland,
battered, bruised, but better step aside when the attitude moves the folks
i never mean it, even as a youth keep dreaming in a deep sleep
future note breathing, eruption
beautiful from pre to post production
fresh flavor to the people for consumption
step in the arena, close the doors locked
now you can’t leave, escape, you get docked
school is in session, open your book, eyes up here
i want everyone’s undivided attention
don’t sleep, you MCs creep for a lesson,
but there’s only one need no question
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
when you fiend for a drum, or group that straight moves as it soothes
you listen to it straight through to prove
to everybody why the rhythm is rude and smooth
a little jagged, voice fantastic
on the microphone need got it great
growing habit of keeping it gritty and a bit elaborate
cold track into a labyrinth of rhymes
hold attacking every problem of the mind
keep inclined, cymbals, songs, intertwined ruin every element of song
to the groovebox, know what to do and do not
keep steady, keep the voice and the drum heavy
i see you bobbing your head so thank goon trax
when you off track, i’m here to help you get your goove back
for a second at least, keep your ear to the street
this ain’t a huxtable speech, there’s only one need
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
where do i go from here (nowhere)
i’m at the top but i ain’t going down my dear
too many brothers hold fair close to you ain’t supposed to
fucking up the image, my eyes are so clear
- 专辑：Velvet Ballads
- 歌手：Cradle Orchestra
- 歌曲：Only One