Drinkin' Spirits (Interlude) ft. Chris The God MC Cain & Alphaeus Washington Lyrics

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I just woke up from a dream

In a time machine

That cutlass supreme

We pull up on the scene

And I swear my uncle was clean

And me

I'm seven years old

I didn't know what life mean

See I was riding' shotgun

He was bumpin' the God MC

And Eric B

Who would've known years later

That that was me

That was evolution I ain't tellin' lies

The revolution won't be televised

Made a substitution out the startin' 5

Had to give Tidy a breather

Cause Dr. View was comin'

She need Time to conceive him

Yo the universe don't make mistakes

Time don't stop it don't take no brakes

Time is money here to crack the safe

I lost faith in what these rappers say

All day I used to track that weight

Thank God I ain't locked away

He let me ride like Dr Dre

I know what you thinkin' I am not The Game

I know what you thinkin' I am not Nas

I'm Chris McCain from the East Side

Where niggas kill over street signs

Throw up gang signs throw up peace signs

Choose wisely in this lifetime

Stand in line love mankind

But not more than your own kind

Don't ride waves or no co-signs

All my homies dead or in jail, literally

And I'm still here thank God for considering me

I'm not playin wit y'all lyrically

I'm playin wit y'all spiritually

I'm not playin wit y'all physically

Y'all gone feel me this is history

My ancestors in this Hennessy

I pour it out for they memories

My ancestors in this champagne

All they spirits and all they pain

I'm drinkin' spirits just to celebrate

And like they spirits ima elevate

I'm drinkin' spirits just celebrate

And like they spirits ima elevate

Let the record play (ahh)

I cannot recall you gentle

Yet through your heavy love

I have become

An image of your once-delicate flesh

Split with deceitful longings.

When strangers come and compliment me

Your aged spirit takes a bow

Jingling with pride

But once you hid that secret

In the center of your fury

Hanging me

With deep breasts and wiry hair

Your own split flesh

And long-suffering eyes

Buried in myths of little worth.

But I have peeled away your anger

Down to its core of love

And look mother

I am a dark temple

Where your true spirit rises

Beautiful tough as chestnut

Stanchion against nightmares of weakness

And if my eyes conceal

A squadron of conflicting rebellions

I learned from you

To define myself

Through your denials