Liberachi
With a Garvey-colored body
Scaling poems
Playing bodies
As a hobby off a flick of
Hating tones
Muhammad Ali
Popping
Boxing
Body dropping carbon-copies
Don't surprise me
When they lobby
Frontal bobbing
Slaying songs
Cloud like Nami
Neo-Mozzy
With with Lasse and Simone
Phife and Rocky
Wu-Tang posse
Paired with haki-latent longhand
To YAH
He plant my mind with chants
That line and trance your spine
Your dance to mines
The grand to times
Demand facades to can their rhymes
T-Town roam on these beat down roads
With this beat down phone
Calling me dial tone
Streets sound sold
Pricey fees 'round homes
Properties black-owned
Turn to lease now gone
Stand proud strong
On the Wall Street
Poems from the block span long
As the plots they ploughed
From the ground
Lazarus of the old testament song
Massa whipped tan folds
Now it's bitch to her own
Serengeti wedding rings
Married to her natural springs
Lion wailing harmonies
He feel the IV of a king
Stampede on my armory
I turn you to Mufasa G
Take a chickling out the hood
But still it always spread through me
Never let nobody do you bad
Is what you said to me
But you did
I never understood the why
The recipe
Now I'm cooking Tex Mex
Wet pyrex
Bread press
Wedge
Stress dead
Less bed rest
This that old DMV
Mixed with Cole from NC
Sade soul memories
Calvin low in the seat
Garvey on GAP
Marching strong for the weak
Huey on CBD
See the beef
He delete
Now he rest in the South
Like effects of slavery
Jim Crow
War on Drugs
Prison business industry
Trickled down into the water
That be coming out the sink
That's filled with things from piping
And the stuff I use to brush my teeth
Charcoal bandit
When I paint the night in places never seen
I might come in front of you
Or I might come like kitty feet
From behind
I'm never looking backwards
I just c'est la vie
Arigato tor the lesson
Oui to we
Our feet bequeath
I'm demanding more from life
It ain't a thing that I won't seek
Any mountain I won't peak
Any challenge I won't greet
Any talent I won't beat
Any growl I won't release
Any fowl I won't critique
Within my bounds
I want that free!
Lester Shaw - Hibachi (feat. Shyheim Nwadiei) Lyrics
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Liberachi
With a Garvey-colored body
Scaling poems
Playing bodies
As a hobby off a flick of
Hating tones
Muhammad Ali
Popping
Boxing
Body dropping carbon-copies
Don't surprise me
When they lobby
Frontal bobbing
Slaying songs
Cloud like Nami
Neo-Mozzy
With with Lasse and Simone
Phife and Rocky
Wu-Tang posse
Paired with haki-latent longhand
To YAH
He plant my mind with chants
That line and trance your spine
Your dance to mines
The grand to times
Demand facades to can their rhymes
T-Town roam on these beat down roads
With this beat down phone
Calling me dial tone
Streets sound sold
Pricey fees 'round homes
Properties black-owned
Turn to lease now gone
Stand proud strong
On the Wall Street
Poems from the block span long
As the plots they ploughed
From the ground
Lazarus of the old testament song
Massa whipped tan folds
Now it's bitch to her own
Serengeti wedding rings
Married to her natural springs
Lion wailing harmonies
He feel the IV of a king
Stampede on my armory
I turn you to Mufasa G
Take a chickling out the hood
But still it always spread through me
Never let nobody do you bad
Is what you said to me
But you did
I never understood the why
The recipe
Now I'm cooking Tex Mex
Wet pyrex
Bread press
Wedge
Stress dead
Less bed rest
This that old DMV
Mixed with Cole from NC
Sade soul memories
Calvin low in the seat
Garvey on GAP
Marching strong for the weak
Huey on CBD
See the beef
He delete
Now he rest in the South
Like effects of slavery
Jim Crow
War on Drugs
Prison business industry
Trickled down into the water
That be coming out the sink
That's filled with things from piping
And the stuff I use to brush my teeth
Charcoal bandit
When I paint the night in places never seen
I might come in front of you
Or I might come like kitty feet
From behind
I'm never looking backwards
I just c'est la vie
Arigato tor the lesson
Oui to we
Our feet bequeath
I'm demanding more from life
It ain't a thing that I won't seek
Any mountain I won't peak
Any challenge I won't greet
Any talent I won't beat
Any growl I won't release
Any fowl I won't critique
Within my bounds
I want that free!
With a Garvey-colored body
Scaling poems
Playing bodies
As a hobby off a flick of
Hating tones
Muhammad Ali
Popping
Boxing
Body dropping carbon-copies
Don't surprise me
When they lobby
Frontal bobbing
Slaying songs
Cloud like Nami
Neo-Mozzy
With with Lasse and Simone
Phife and Rocky
Wu-Tang posse
Paired with haki-latent longhand
To YAH
He plant my mind with chants
That line and trance your spine
Your dance to mines
The grand to times
Demand facades to can their rhymes
T-Town roam on these beat down roads
With this beat down phone
Calling me dial tone
Streets sound sold
Pricey fees 'round homes
Properties black-owned
Turn to lease now gone
Stand proud strong
On the Wall Street
Poems from the block span long
As the plots they ploughed
From the ground
Lazarus of the old testament song
Massa whipped tan folds
Now it's bitch to her own
Serengeti wedding rings
Married to her natural springs
Lion wailing harmonies
He feel the IV of a king
Stampede on my armory
I turn you to Mufasa G
Take a chickling out the hood
But still it always spread through me
Never let nobody do you bad
Is what you said to me
But you did
I never understood the why
The recipe
Now I'm cooking Tex Mex
Wet pyrex
Bread press
Wedge
Stress dead
Less bed rest
This that old DMV
Mixed with Cole from NC
Sade soul memories
Calvin low in the seat
Garvey on GAP
Marching strong for the weak
Huey on CBD
See the beef
He delete
Now he rest in the South
Like effects of slavery
Jim Crow
War on Drugs
Prison business industry
Trickled down into the water
That be coming out the sink
That's filled with things from piping
And the stuff I use to brush my teeth
Charcoal bandit
When I paint the night in places never seen
I might come in front of you
Or I might come like kitty feet
From behind
I'm never looking backwards
I just c'est la vie
Arigato tor the lesson
Oui to we
Our feet bequeath
I'm demanding more from life
It ain't a thing that I won't seek
Any mountain I won't peak
Any challenge I won't greet
Any talent I won't beat
Any growl I won't release
Any fowl I won't critique
Within my bounds
I want that free!
Writer: Shyheim Nwadiei, Lester Shaw
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