Jewelz

[Intro]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, ha!
Come on, come on, come on (Uh)
Yeah (Ha)
Yeah (What?)
Diggin’ in the Crates, y’all
Come on, come on, come on
Uh, yeah (What?)
Lord Finesse, y’all
(Yeah) Check it, uh, check it out
Check it out

[Verse 1]
Yo, my movement motion smooth or rough as the ocean
Sometime, it slip away and I lose devotion
My judgement get cloudy
Then I wanna get rowdy like Romania, terrorize like Saudi Arabia
My avians reflects my mood swing, switch colors like a mood ring
Wifey telling me good things so I won’t strain
Got grey hairs and only been here 25 years
Shed tears for niggas I knew for life, now lifeless
When you died, to us, was like the Iranian crisis
I took it hard like a flick of slow mo’ breathing
Prophesized out of a book of A Midsummer Night’s Dreaming
Semi-wet as I write this, dragging a cancer stick
Smoke thick, Hennessy shots to my wig
Half-naked while I jot this, lounging in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas
I get a boner when I’m asleep, dreaming that I’m lounging on a yacht (Chill in the sun)
Boat ‘bout to leave the docks
Reality I wake up to
Feels like I woke up to a cloud-filled room with angel dust
It’s just the…

[Hook]
Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course

[Verse 2]
I’m searching for the light like Noah
The flame combust upon the Bush foreseeing my future like the nova
Pushing for the brighter side of living a life of better times
Pouring rhymes like wine ‘til my cup runneth over
Temptation on my shoulder, I’m growing colder than a polar bear
Thinking ‘bout a bank hold-up
I fall upon my lap and rest my head upon my kneecaps
Is it a crime that I be dreaming ‘bout the G’s, black?
Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life
Gotta hold it like a knife, must have more than a slice, you know?
Frustration, mental masturbation (Confusion)
Life is love, living ‘til I’m right, beating illusions
Seclusion, seeing me is rare
I’d rather attain stacks, mack the islands on a plane, ready for lift-off
And spend grands, sipping exotic juice
Laying in the shade in shorts, at a fly resort
On my cell, contact the D.I.T.C. cohorts
Talking to the god Finesse, we’re tight like Indians with a Mohawk
And so on, conversation going on, do the math
Dreaming I leave the sand for champagne bubble bath
Reality I wake up to
Feels like I woke up to a cloud-filled room with angel dust
It’s just the…

[Hook]
Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course
Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course

[Verse 3]
(You’re working hard for the dough)
But time seem to go slow
Busting your ass to go from an amateur to a pro
Low-budget feeling inside, no more can you score
Bad and the good fighting inside just like a war
Slavery laid a foundation for my nation centuries
Before, final call’ll be the New World Order
2K’s on its way, no time for play
So I pray to God, got me on a path of righteous ways
Even though I get stressed and frustrated
The best time for me to bless a rhyme, is put the pen through a test
Yeah, I want the riches, the missus on my side on a cold winter night
When it blizzard, and work magic like a grand wizard
Official, O.C. a two-syllable sound
Three-six-zero complete like the Earth is round
And on that note, keep hope alive, striving to rise
From the Inner soul seeing through the eyes of a Crow, you know?
Slow pace you walk for, It’s Only Right
Separate the cause from another man Far from Yours
Going for mines still, coming off a two-year hiatus
And, in that time, niggas bit my shit like alligators
It’s alright though, this rap shit is stress for us
It makes you feel you’re in a hallway robust with angel dust
Reality I wake up to
My old dad once told me, “How you live your life is all on you, son”

[Hook]
Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course
Stress, frust’, make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss
I lust for living a life of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course