Honor Mamas Lyrics

I'm just killing time waiting for the sickness to take me away

And I won't fight it, I don't need no more, I already died

Honor Mamas and never now and then fathers

Raised in the kinda streets that make you wanna holla

I gotta, I gotta get away

Hit me I'm the black jack of all trades

High spade

Diamonds get em cut all day

Honor Mamas and never now and then fathers

Raised in the kinda streets that make you wanna holla

I gotta, I gotta get away

Hit me I'm the black jack of all trades

High spade

Diamonds get em cut all day

Organic Bio that the gust changes

Just part of vagabond strangeness

Musk tainted materials after I touch

Master of giving a figure for a babbler's mouth to shut

And I'm even giving that up

Why? Cause gas is sugar candy to the kids

Burns ya heart but don't stick to the ribs

We got real live scars

And was there for the bars with the drinks

And the bars with the Woo and the links

Wit ya seed in lot playing ball outside the clink

Ya daddy got a heart of gold and floss a hustler's wink

Dem think that he cocky cause he don't slave song sing

Keeps bossman on the brink,

But don't mistake it as a jinx,

Ink chief, ink chief is how you catch me during the week

Dickin deep to put the lady to sleep

Meek motions hold the flurry speech

CO'stin' round 270, Kaleidoscopin

Open flowin floatin on the steets,

Subscribe to me for infinity love on a stream

Gotta plan from A - Z to give my people some reach

Where da streets say don't leak and keep the eyes of the meek

"I'm just killing time waiting for the sickness to take me away

And I won't fight it, I don't need no more, I already died"

Honor Mamas and never now and then fathers

Raised in the kinda streets that make you wanna holla

"I gotta, I gotta get away!"

Hit me I'm the black jack of all trades

High spade

Diamonds get em cut all day

Honor Mamas and never now and then fathers

Raised in the kinda streets that make you wanna holla

"I gotta, I gotta get away!"

Hit me I'm the black jack of all trades

High spade

Diamonds get em cut all day

"Tell Me of Tolerance, tell me of tolerance!" He kept hollerin

Hand above an open flame

Over and over again and again

Until I whisperd him a thought of change

Is it the smell, sight or feel of burning flesh that makes it pain-stakingly

Rearranging focus

When the early morning glories can think like a lotus

Unnoticed until unfoldment,

You can't slow it so just roll with it baby,

Every maybe in the house gets def like Mos

The smell of fresh stays on the paper from where I 'm dodging death in a cleaver coast

Figure fuckit,

One less emcee with no soul paddles in a boat somewhere on shit's creek

Descriptively dynamic

Apathy immune

Battle catalyst side kick on an Architech tune

Unraveling quick silence

On your mark get set Boom

Sun's traveling with the righteous might just upset the moon

All art is dapping me when I light it

Card you get before soon comes too late

Face the rhymes that charmed the snake

Angels celebrate by dancing with unborn babies

Pregnant ladies feel a simultaneous womb shake

"I'm just killing time waiting for the sickness to take me away

And I won't fight it, I don't need no more, I already died"

Honor Mamas and never now and then fathers

Raised in the kinda streets that make you wanna holla

"I gotta, I gotta get away!"

Hit me I'm the black jack of all trades

High spade

Diamonds get em cut all day

Honor Mamas and never now and then fathers

Raised in the kinda streets that make you wanna holla

"I gotta, I gotta get away!"

Hit me I'm the black jack of all trades

High spade

Diamonds get em cut all day