This one lies somewhere between a motherboard and an erect plug.
lyrics
Verse 1:
“When keeping it real goes wrong” was a lesson before Chappelle’s skit.
That’s the Key and Peele the pawn from submission to project the hell’s spit.
Since I was a little Young Optimist, I didn’t search for it, but I was brought to this.
Flash in the pan to the major populace. Part of the plan, an empathetic opposite.
Since back in the day, when Do Doo was airbrushing cultural legends on our t-shirts.
Did it my way. Did it all with no regrets; no tats spelling “regerts.”
Traveled ‘round the sun about thirty times, since I picked up a pen and sonned a mannish rhyme.
I’ll go out on top, won’t fight past my prime, keep Calzaghe and Ward in mind.
If I said it, I own it, another deaded opponent, quibbling with the onus to lose your head when it’s swollen.
Try to never trombone it. You slide forth and back, you find a lack of condoning condolence.
Superglued to my guns, firm, but fair, like Mills Lane in the ring.
And it’s one thing, I never run. I be me. ‘cause life be and I can appreciate the sting.
Ask me how I keep the pilot lit, how I bounce back after such a violent hit.
Ha, pilot shit. I’m flame throwing the oasis, no time for admiring it.
Iron jaw, slicker than an oil can. Bigger heart than a post-wizard tinfoil man.
Cygnus Opus in the year of lordy, lordy, apply some WD-40.
Chorus:
Legacy, how they’ll remember me when I’m gone.
Put your hands up!
Centrally, located mentally. Word is bond.
People, stand up!
Relentlessly, to the Nth degree when I’m on.
Show us mad love.
Never be, without my melody ‘cause I’m song.
Live forever.
Verse 2:
Doing the best, I never settle. I don’t even know how that feels.
Unexpected, the test gets real, when life throws something at you like an automobile.
Trust me, you can’t win ‘em all, but when you fall, you got to embrace that cliché.
Whichever one most motivates you to appreciate each day.
See, we want to be grounded and still reach for the stars.
Energy pounded and beaten into the bars.
I wasn’t bound to a dream, I had to eat from these bars.
I like how it sounded, but never street with these bars.
Crude, but a little profound, so I wouldn’t delete none of them bars.
I couldn’t leave how I found it ‘cause now my zeros are larger.
Never liked to advertise my thirst. Never let a woman grab me by the purse.
‘Til I’m sideways riding in a hearse, I’ll still abide by “ladies first.”
Word to my Monie Love, and my seeds that’ll carry the shield when my seat on the thrown is up.
Used to not be alone enough. Now, I’m Peter Griffin and I’m owning up.
Still I keep desire alive. Still too many irons poking the fire inside.
This one’ll survive, when the light that is lime, retires or dies.
More than an emcee, multiple degrees, started with Personality.
I’m the A, the N, to the G-L-E. If I wasn’t, than why would I say it’s me.
Chorus Repeat (x2)
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by Electro Pete.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
