Paroles de Look below

Verse:
Picture me in history fore i hit your screen
White t-shirt, blue jeans stay creased and clean
Free-styling as i walk down the block a routine since a pre-teen
Vivid dreams of upcoming scenes
Like a motion picture of a young n---a that's become sick of
Mentally scheming to become richer
Started to figure that threatening to pull guns triggers
Bring funds quicker then i was on one n---a and it was
Colder days i now call older days
So amazed when i look over my shoulder blade
Member when mama was yelling out "hold the faith"
When it seemed there was no escape from hopeless fate
So it takes more than fake
N---a's yelling over mics with no noise to make
To impact any part of my mental state
I'll make you hate what i state and yet still relate..... yeah

Chorus:

Straight from the bottom to the top
Look below cause i'm fly like a bird just watching my shit drop
No specific aim i randomly hit spots
Enter in this game an reign on hip hop (x2)

Verse:
Comical attitudes when people ask "when the album dropping"
You know you're good when you see all the haters flocking
People don't understand the shit that i drop
It's like throwing you in water with your foot to a rock
You tried to battle with me so i gave you my gun
But you didn't begin so you couldn't be done
When i shine people say my shit's the shadiest
If god gave you your style then dog i'm atheist
I don't know the formula but i got the answer
I'm unbelievable but shit i'm not prancer
Girls acting like tina t say they wanna be my private dancers
They understand i'm like cancer
When i spread i'm kind of hard to maintain
N---as start bobbing their heads when they hear mink's name
Putting instruments together is like a orgy
These bitch-ass n---as in the game adore me ooh.

Chorus:

Straight from the bottom to the top
Look below cause i'm fly like a bird just watching my shit drop
No specific aim i randomly hit spots
Enter in this game an reign on hip hop (x2)

Verse:
In the midst of tricks plus n---as taking sips of
Liquor or a quick puff when a philly's lit up
Young cleva fore he turned mr.
Spit a verse and make a n---a curse ready to kick dust
After getting ripped up pissed cause i disrupt
When i spit what i spit such eloquence the
Evidence was evident to
Anyone with nuts who attempt to enter in the center

Verse:
I flip trip styles every time that i bust
Got married preacher women falling into my lust
Fading n---as out when i plug in the mpc
An optometrist cause i change what you see
I don't like dicks so you know i'm not cocky
No rap like kobe no ball playing hockey
You tried to protect yourself with a vest that's tin
Y'all wanted some hot shit clev we did it again damn

Chorus:

Straight from the bottom to the top
Look below cause i'm fly like a bird just watching my shit drop
No specific aim i randomly hit spots
Enter in this game an reign on hip hop (x4)

© 2004. © 2014 lightbourne, lamette
Album: the game of life (re-released)
Artist: rob "cleva" lightbourne