Liberate (Explicit)-Erick The Architect/Lalah Hathaway

Time ticks by 6, 7, 8 Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta your faith I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage That's Liberate How you my family when your sista and ya mamy ugly? Music had a grip on me like your own momma hugged it I drown in thought would I evolve off understanding that I fly alone and my emotions brought the planet back Not most can manage that, big screen to MIRAMAX I was just a young nigga, had my soul tinted black Just a young nigga watching old niggas peddle crack Harsh to my emotions, I escaped from hood habitat My fortune fewer, I been balling with no arm sleeves So flee, Jordan break em in, like car thieves Make ya own bidness is truly a bizarre dream Especially, when your school aint got no basketball team Champ in here like Hakeem, the blockwork is stock greens Hustled when I wanna, never fumbled with the hijinx I escaped a lot, name a projects with a fireplace Thought there was a drought of good niggas bout they found Mat Rumbled with some niggas, not old enough to buy drinks Influenced by them ** dealers with them fly minks If you see, shorty, I can guarantee its my tings Dead this conversation, you a rapper but ya rhyme stinks Don't forget to shine your trophies, cause we all got em Want to start, with the top row? Or the ones that's at the bottom? I got so many new ones, I think that I forgot some If you do it on our own, means you already got one Time ticks by 6, 7, 8 Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta your faith I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage That's Liberate