Praises Lyrics

A sentient pen

Distinctive ink with

Grip equipped with stick shift

To relinquish pink slips

Ancient English over wind drifts

Spin this vintage

Found in the bins with

A grimy blend mix

And a 90's "Friend's" disc

At the pawn shop

Where its finely fenced in

A long walk down the tracks

Just behind the engines

You can find my mentions

With the Sublime of dead men

Lookin' down on my head when

I rhyme intentions of spirits beyond

I just hear 'em and calm

Astral projection

Past assholes who forget when

To protect the planet we on

You can pray til your knees gone

But what you say won't relieve those who need you to be strong

My son needs a father to lean on

See farther than I can

New horizons

Know when to multiply and

When to divide land

See past the eye-span

So much more off the shores of our island

I cram knowledge into my jams

Polish my plans

Leave 'em with a freedom like abolished spy cams

My man, they lie, sham, scam

Scram, when the truth comes

Loot, shoot, mis-use guns

Pollution from the fools tongue

But dad ri-ri-ra-ra-raps

Dad raps his higher rhythms into fire systems

So when it all boils down

Thank God I got a cool son, Praises!

Why don't you just give it up

For someone else

Or you just be livin' stuck

Doin' for self

Why don't you just give it up

For someone else

Or you just be livin' stuck

Just doin' for self

Give praises!

I can't think of what I did this week

Another album on the way

Yah, the list complete

Not often that I hit the streets

But you sayin' I don't hit the beat?

Gimme a fuckin' break!

I'm in the roughest shape, so

Cut the tape, yo

Enough mistakes

I'm in the oven, baked

Where the stakes are high degrees

One swing of the iron these

Emcees fall flat, oh the irony

Tryin' to find the steam

Trapped inside my time machine

Like a vibrant dream

Cut short by a knife inside ya spleen

Fell asleep on a point

Just to wake and find your keys

By mistake, and leave your jeep

As it just gets creamed

By a semi on the interstate

Lost in thought

Almost locked the door for no escape

Now there's smog and smoke an frogs are croakin'

Praises to God that your flaws are spoken

Open the portion to permanent poison to soak in

And jet the throne

These dogs best left kept at home

I'll make 'em fetch a bone to the sound of a metronome

Send it home

Praises are due, so fuck you

And that pretentious tone

May your rocks be thrown

Held on high, as I exit stoned

Just walk on by

I'm often best kept left alone

So I'm in my zone

Send praises in phrases

To all that amazes

Raise it on high

To the patrons awaitin' some peace for their patience, Praises!

Why don't you just give it up

For someone else

Or you just be livin' stuck

Doin' for self

Why don't you just give it up

For someone else

Or you just be livin' stuck

Just doin' for self

Give praises!

Are you only gonna do for self?

Give it up for someone else

Try an hide your vulnerable

Raise it high if your honorable