love like this Gotta be somethin' for me to write this Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute Wrote this letter and finally decide to send it Signed, sealed, delivered for
off D be like, "we ain't got no time for that!" ? uestlove said, "we ain't got no time for that!" My old bird like, "we ain't
she couldn't remember She was spooked and buzzin', couldn't describe 'em 'Cause it happened too fast, said they looked like me With they pants hangin' off they ass Got her some water
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts with some shit for the
This is rap for real, don't you feel And you know, yes you know This is rap for real, don't you feel Hey, hey This is rap for real And you know, yes
shot the gun It's time for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side Time for this Beautiful Woman to become
you ho for me (Common: get real now) Pimp yo punk ass Have you write me poetry I'm from a land called cash You too slow for me [Common] You know why
like, "We ain't got no time for that!" ?uestlove said, "We ain't got no time for that!" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that!" So I rhyme
culture Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts with some shit for
Goin through the storm, many bodies stay warm That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more Than anything you could cop in a store For you
ll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say You rap like a nigga that's about
to lose self and try to win fans over Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like ultra You couldn't hang if you was a poster Posin like a bitch for
in place, it's gettin tricky (like who?) like dude, that do drum'n'bass There was a air in the place, that made me suspicious Normally, they'd be talkin like
's time for me to lay it on the wood And it ain't no time for no shecky shecky That's when I turn to a Black Girl Named Betty Y'all looking for the only
tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that Chorus: (Scratched by DJ Premier with variations): "This is rap for real, something you feel" "And you know, yes you know" "Rap for
you got paper like that, then why you still hustlin? (Why you still hustlin? C'mon!) Now you know yo' stomach too big, to be wearin a shirt like that
leave you with the taste I know you like it hard to the core That's what you ask for, you achin for the best Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual
a love like this Gotta be somethin for me to write this Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it Signed sealed delivered for
