Feel Free

Hey, hey, hello world
B-Mac especially
My fine art on a take-out delivery
Don’t be out of sync you in too deep
Sleep is the cousin of who?
I’m out of reach
Give 'em the busy tone, I’m busy touring
The tracks in my mind fully geared yawning
At the storytellers, sure the times is hard
Change for the better never let up, grind hard
Needless to say I’m coasting
No needles to the dopeness
Needle on the final beat breaks want portions
Of soul music that I cherish so often
My own boss too lost in
Not only translation
I’m in the whirlwind
Not to be forgotten, I’m all in
No strings attached, Conan
Front to back, side to side
Flying out to the sky
Feel free, feel free
Feel free, feel free
Peace goes out to my brother Francis
Whenever I spill out my work on a canvas
Andre’s always the first to acknowledge the bigger picture
Nigga regardless of the past drama, we past that
Flashbacks at the past have a good laugh
My half and your half, good math
Put it all together, now cash that
Peace goes out to EazyRA (?)
Relatives bite this thus we family
baby (ha!) whenever we part ways
To the girls hating me for the heartaches
I made my peace, sorry for the
Blah, sorry that I could’ve stayed I tried
Exit on the left hand side by my oh my God
Front to back, side to side
Flying out to the sky
Feel free, feel free
Feel free, feel free
It’s so amazing
I am grooving to it
This is hip hop music
You’re more than welcome to it
It’s so amazing
I am grooving to it
This is hip hop music
You’re more than welcome to it