high rise in newark

Let's up the ante
Hamstring cut from my runaway audacity
That make you antsy
You start ampersanding life accomplishments
Rappers is incompetent, flow is incontinent
Snare hit like a poot, slide like Ivan moves
High tide, yellows and blues, velvet muse
Views from a high rise in Newark, bloom
Spittin' like a gun muzzle
Found oneself bumfuzzled, or was it bum-rushed?
Regardless, left dumbstruck
Off the dilly-dally, on the humble-bumble
With thе woompty-woomp, it happens every day
You may havе sauce, but one must marinate
Acquiring flavor a lot more than desiring papers, learn not to hesitate
You catch the vapors and escalate
I wave see ya later and accelerate
We gone, singin'
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Back and forth, I dip it slowly
Back and forth, I dip it slowly
Back and forth, I dip it slowly
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Spirits clinging, spirits clinging
Spirits clinging to theoretical lives
Standing there, remembering peaches in the milk of paradise
They seek what's all good
Adulterated, matured, swine eaters feigning refinement
Relative pitch, color theory and scales
What is there to say?
Prospero dreams, factors of five
And habitual breakfast with new lovers
Past the street of birdcage makers and
Computer science professors forgetting their passwords
Hit bella fica
And there should always be singing after a door closes
Stripped of demureness
Smelled like vanilla beans from Honduras
And spiders fly by riding electromagnetic pulses
Without wings and big bellies
So I don't think I'll be watching Dancing with the Stars this evening
I'll probably be busy watching the stars this evening
Spirits clinging, spirits clinging
Spirits clinging to theoretical lives