Somethin' to motivate to Somethin' to motivate you The more travellin' I do The more wise I become I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my
Ooh, ooh, uh, mm Mmm, ooh, ooh, uh mm, keep your Yeah, yeah, my brother Guru and Angie Stone Ooh, ooh and DJ Scratch, yeah, mmm Uhh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Uhh yeah you're something else You know I love it when you're near me, you're near me I like the vibe I get from you, babe, I get from you And it's your
A lot of people don't realize that The reason why I'm talkin' is, I'm tired of most And I'm tired of suckers always complain about your situation 'Cause
Yeah Guru, huh, The Roots Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon To all my people, just lift your fist Seem like it ain
So respect the architect, the architect So respect the architect, the architect So respect the architect, the architect So respect the architect, as I
Doing it in the house like this Going out to the lost souls Doing this for you and yours Comin' straight to you from the Guru and the crew To the lost
Aight, aight, don't be yellin' yo Calm down man, can we talk like civilized people? I can't take this no more I don't love you no more Come I'll show
Dedicated to my son that's about to be born So by the time you people hear this record My son'll be born And I gotta teach him about life Listen, to
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major
'oman dem out there This the word, the original jazz and the reggae vibe Yah, watch this Yah, this is Patra the Queen of the Dancehall Teamin' up with Guru
Yeah, heh, heh, it's time y'all It's yours truly in the house, you know me Baldhead Slick, that's right That nigga who been puttin' it down for years,
If you ain't real about it, don't talk If you ain't real about it, don't talk It's ninety degrees on the corner in the summer heat Dreamin' of beach
Watch the closing doors Watch the closing doors Watch the closing doors Watch the closing doors Right now I'm gonna take you for a ride Hold on tight
Down the backstreets, down the backstreets Down the backstreets, down the backstreets (I'm walkin' down the backstreets) Down the backstreets, down the
Cry, what up? What up? What up? I got them 5 dolla Baldhead Slick CD's What up? What up? Come and get 'em Yo come here, come here man, yo Didn't, didn
Coming with the realness lyrics of life Some people need to watch what they say Watch what you're saying Someone's gonna hear exactly what you said Soon
I haven't seen you in this while since you sparked the flame We had the joys and pain, the sunshine and rain Now you got your man, I got my staff and