with a smile And the food so fast, the hair so clean The moon so far, fire so weak All those words flying in the air Cannot see the stars Images, colors
Eyes of perfect ivory Match the sweetest lengths of her neck I am but a stain to such holy fabrics Darwin's proposals bouncing back from colored glass
cheddar together, you know I gotta stack now Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's mine So step aside and stand in line (*talking*) Hold up man, Color
feelin' like, 'maybe she the wrong woman' Think I'ma be chasin' the chicken head, you on somethin' Your toes painted, half fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color
ya livin' Now I can't protect a paid off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws
Shit check the credits, no mutes and no edits These walkinletters after the cheddar blue, red and yellow, it can't get no better Fuck banners, bandanas all colors
we're doing 'cause we care Now prudence of wars are a redemptive cause I've never heard such nonsense under international laws We think we have the
sheep, an eye for an eye He wears a ring with the brand of a three-legged dog His rose-colored glasses cut through the fog The laws might sleep but
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that Our jails are populated with drug dealers You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that Meaning, due to the laws
feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman" Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin' Your toes painted hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color
That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin cheated And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he need it
the new rebirth of a super space station Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance While escaping without conscience of existence Or would be laws
found up in cars I'm not worried bout no air time I'm more concerned about when my bald spot'll reach my hairline Cats be stuck on that grinch colored
jam music screwed up You better throw your shades on When I show my princess cuts 'Cause I used to hustle hard on my block Laws got hot so I shook the
Daily] It's the grain butter lover, lane and gutter hugger Swinging wide frame, showing banging burning rubber Spinning 20 inches, paint change another color
church deception, blinds your perception my reflection outshines the other colors in the spectrum the brethren, I cease the peace corps we follow street laws
and schemes pretty much shattered dreams Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth The youth nowadays are color
home is broadened Patriotism expanded by callings from beyond So I pack my things, nothing precious All things sacred I am a citizen of the planet My laws