Dilated Peoples - Reservation For One Lyrics
[evidence]Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heatDont provoke, come fully equippedDaggered and cloakSo what you wanna do?I came in bumpin jack of spadesYou came in wit two of hearts by stacey q?Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no riseMy djs in the shadows, I perform, show my soul sideTo the audience, programmed intelligentActive ingredient, balance, find the mediumIt rains, let it hail, dont front my shit is illTomorrows on your voice mail, digest it like a pillLost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs aint charredYo my sentences are full, I average eight words per barBabs, forgive em, they know not what they doinThey built for themselves, thats why they places lay in ruinsYo, isnt it funny how these cats lack the basics?Like rhymin on time, four four ? the serves by asics?*cuts by babu*Braincells are lit, ideas start to hitAnd when my pen hits the paper [big daddy kane]Whos the man in the hot seat? [grand puba]Braincells are lit, ideas start to hitIm the authentic poet to get lyrical [kane]Ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paperWhos the man in the hot seat?Braincells are lit, ideas start to hitAnd when my hit hits the paperWhos the man in the hot seat[evidence]Yo this seats reserved for oneOf course matches my ticket stubEscorted properly, your game bored/board like monopolyMy satiety limit is twenty minutesI blow more trees than louie freese, this flows inifiniteCadence, pocket, lesson, structureBeen rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peersSkill level break the beat up, no time for my feet upNo relaxing, I keep it movin like deniro in taxiDriver, my names mike, ev when I get hyperEmergency, man down, who shot the sniper?Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,I know you heard of me (stop frontin)The show is hot, I get props from the securityRaisin levels of expectancyYeah your shit is tight, you think its abb quality?I dont think so, aiyyo ben grab the fish netTake em to the pier and throw em off at sunsetAfter the heatAww shit [kane] *cut up by babu*Braincells are lit, ideas start to hitAnd when the pen hits the paperWhos the man in the hot seatBraincells are lit, ideas start to hitIm the authentic poet to get lyricalIdeas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paperWhos the man in the hot seatBraincells are lit, ideas start to hitAnd when the pen hits the paper, aww shit
