Homeboy Sandman - Bop Lyrics

First name, Holmes
I be in the zone
I'm a prophet not for profit I am never on my own
I'm a papi not a copy ain't gon' never been a clone
Every morning kinda sorta pull a sword from out a stone
Last name, Sand
Find me in the jam
Going blind and doing fine at trying find out who I am
Cny region, any season, over seas and over land
Intuition over reason as the means to understand
Homebase, earth
I'ma make it work
I'm a star that's on a trek
C bit of Spock a bit a Kirk
Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse
C monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth
Lifestyle, God
She's not a mirage
Cnd I may not be a muslim but I'm going on a hajj
Even though I'm not a christian any time I'm feelin cross
Cny second I can check in with the boss

The most high blessed me with particular truth
I get extracurricular loose
Powered by first rate curcumin
Blood curdling loops
Can be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof
Latest turn on my internal pursuit
Not the one that's turning turtles to soup,
I also doubt the germ and not the journalist that's selling the scoop
Nonetheless I'm trying to settle disputes
Poof
Passing on the virtual park jam
Just because I'm not a mark it makes me a marked man
Just because I don't believe in marketing I always gotta break off conversation trying to shake some unmarked van
Careful when you crossing the street
Watch for messengers
Leave a message after the beep
Something off in north america
Take it from the character you're bound to come across in your sleep

Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy
Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy
Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy
Trying to make sense out of life gets crazy

My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip
Razor sharp there ain't no blunting the Bic
You never catch the blunt to my lips
Lately when I'm taking a risk
Feels like blowing out the candles while I'm makin a wish
Cll of the wicks, it's all in the wrist
Glory be for the restraint on which I'm calling 'stead of balling a fist
Not intent on even knowing why you throwing a fit
While I exit I'ma blow you kiss
Heh
Cttaboy fam, every leap of faith a new distance
I'm boy sand everybody know i move different
C little bit more scientific
Big fish in a big pond, big dog
Clifford
Perhaps a bit a narcissist
No proceeding with the cautiousness
I up the consciousness
Yes
Wisdom that I'm seeking only way to even sweeten the pot
You could tell the way I walk wit a bop