Sugar Lyrics

Wait a minute, yo wait a minute

Yo wait a minute Joe I got lyrics

Lifted off the mystic, body and spirit

Futuristic here, let me pass it

Presently gifted ush, yeah classic

Spit it well, make a emcee shit himself

Too much knowledge when droppin' all the intel

It's making me cough, inhale

Exhale clean, great smell

You in a sunbeam, you in a rainspell

16 bars what it mean? One braincell

What it need now, tai chi style

Sugar for the babies with ice cream, smile

Honey for the ladies in they tight jeans wow

Love for the homies with hype freestyle

All in together now, getting better

Getting hot like the weather now, no sweater

Mathematics, rhythm and time

I'm the sun you the planet

Once a day we align

Appear when I shine, lift your spirit and climb

And you love it when ya feel when I'm up in your mind

With the graphic design, yeah I spit it divine

You the lyric, I'm the rhyme

We the physics behind, intricate lines

All different kinds

And you love it when you feel it when I'm up in your mind

Everytime we leave each other

Music helps me rediscover

What it really means to be in love

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Everytime we leave each other

Music helps me rediscover

What it really means to be in love

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ollie what you doin'?

I'm just groovin' movin

On it smooth for the ladies amusement

Nice dress tight curves head right workin'

Legs like Thurman get they egg white sperm in

Breast like Pam's, thin like Cameron

Light pink salmon midnight snackin

Skin like satin, dim lights

If you got the will to, I'm fillin' you with insight

Mathematics, rhythm and time

I'm the sun you the planet

Once a day we align

Appear when I shine

Lift your spirit and climb

And you love it when you feel it when I'm up in your mind

With the graphic design

Yeah I spit it divine

You the lyric, I'm the rhyme

We the physics behind

Intricate lines, all different kinds

And you love it when feel it when I'm up in your mind

You love it when you recognize the voice and it's mine

Get behind the mic, kick a lil' muay thai

Smoking on the bok choy that got the whole block high

Ya neighbor like who knows, later I might stop by

Rap to ya, shoulda happened sooner

What, you never knew my style fat like Yokozuna

Old school cat straight breakin' it to ya

When it come to emcees, they don't make'em like the used to

Shits wack, they have to get a tutor

Fix they lil' raps, spit they alphabet soupa

Use mathematics to improve and get smoother

Make it sound beauta, full on the tuner

Oh and don't forget to give specs to your producer

Credit where it's due he put the record on the looper

Can't stop, won't stop get it get it

Ollie Prop, Joe Jit, dope shit spit it

Mathematics, rhythm and time

I'm the sun you the planet

Once a day we align

Appear when I shine

Lift your spirit and climb

And you love it when you feel it when I'm up in your mind

With the graphic design

Yeah I spit it divine

You the lyric, I'm the rhyme

We the physics behind

Intricate lines, all different kinds

And you love it when feel it when I'm up in your mind