My Mind Is Drifitin'

FIRST VERSE

Kickin' up s**t that's genuine

Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time

Pass the boulevard, on your mark get set

What you wanna do kid place your bet？

MC's in the house so I wanna get nice

Cause they seen the first one break the ice

Wet with the flow with my one - two punch

So for that city pretty honey got a haunch

That back in the days I had more ***

Than the flex got fouls on Malcom X

And if I'm cool with the mic I guess that's my girl 's

Never putting up a Duke if my name isn't Earl

I let my hair nap up but I like my kinks

Put the black nose on that's fixed

I don't know what to say to my man sittin' here

But I don't got time to give a f**k what he thinks

CHORUS:

Kickin' up s**t that's genuine

Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time

(repeat ×4)

My Mind Is Driftin'

(repeat×8)

SECOND VERSER

Deep from the soul come visions

thoughts of the words and the rhymes and the rhythms

from an old record

that was lost in time.

Bustin' a nut in the DJs mind

But when we get pregnant with the hip hop

The industry puts the child up for adoption

The hairs too nappy, we need a half breed

Mixed with the pop and the R&B

So they run a train on the new born style

From that here come the bastard child

With just enough kink but not too nappy

Records selling, everybody' happy

So when I sit back and look at the scene

Make no mistake its all about the green

Exploit the sound

Cause their not down

So I rise above to the higher ground

CHORUS:

Kickin' up s**t that's genuine

Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time

(repeat ×4)

My Mind Is Driftin'

(repeat×8)

THIRD VERSE

Top of the world when I flow on the track

Got to move ahead cause I can't look back

I'm walkin' in rhythm，moving in sound

Above the clounds with my feet on the ground

Mother says time flies when your having fun

Pop said time flies even if your having none

Try，and try to put my mind ease

But like the gold digger a piece of mine is a tease

So I got to move to the source of the rhyme

How do you know if I'm ahead of my time

People won't understand my flow on the track

Or that could mean that my shit is just wack

If it really is，or if it really isn't

It don't really matter cause I got my own vision

See，I don't really need a blunt to fly

That's cause I know how to kiss the sky

CHORUS:

Kickin' up s**t that's genuine

Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time

(repeat ×4)

My Mind Is Driftin'

(repeat×8)

FOUTH VERSER

Visions of the mother land that I never knew see

A gangster take the forty top off a brew

Pour it out for the G six feet below

Like an African King then his good to go

It's all connected so don't ask why

That's cause I know how to kiss the sky