Manipulate
frequency control.
Hey,
good to be the next to do,
it's the melody coming through
Hanging around with the cue,
tell you all what to do
Slap your teacher,
teach a lesson,
a priest give a blessing
Me, myself and I, sort of a lyrical expression
My full out set piece,
so tell me now,
Q,
are you with me?
Definitely clean, anytime and any city
Now *** the mic,
do what you want,
you want to what you like
But if you wanna continue,
then put up a thumb and hit check on the freeway
That is if you don't wanna stay,
cause if you stay,
the only way to do it is my way
So tell me, so tell the telly what?
How come the beats rhyming in your lyrics so hard?
Well it's a listen up,
well it's a close up of what I'm saying
Cause this is no usual stop that we've been playing
Cause this is the melody,
perfection is empty Down with the S.A.
people, still I, still I, still I stay free
Got to be free,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Got to be free,
got to be free,
got to be,
got to be free,
got to be,
got to be
Release me, release me,
release me, release me
Don't try to bite hell no,
no I never stick to the vocal from the melody
If that is a felony,
then I give up praying I consider myself guilty,
but I don't think so
That's why I gotta go,
whip it up,
stop and then I hit you with an elbow
Don't make me follow up,
left,
right,
kick it out,
you think you're so cool
But I sure as hell know you're not,
stick to reality
Don't try to copy me,
too hard to do,
try hard to keep my capacity
Word to the listener,
word to the open ear,
but also don't listen on a motherfucking cam
Cause I will always, just like in the good days
Always going straight,
always showing my right face
I am the melody, perfection is empty
Down with the S.A.
people, still I, still I, still I stay free
Got to be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
No checka,
checka what I do,
no checka,
checka what I say
Cause I'm the poet of today and I'm the motherfucking player
Like a leader,
lead a team,
I'm some of the greatest masters
Through hard times, the S.A.
people be a last during the industry
So tell me Q, can you still follow me?
Right behind you, right behind you, melody
I say it again,
well that's what I call a real friend
And that means that we stick together to the bitter end
But that's not really what we're waiting for
I got a little bit,
but I want even something more
I am the melody, perfection is empty
Down with the S.A.
people, still I, still I, still I be free