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A creative mind, swift tongue, quick wit, a decent mic and vocal chords is what makes Poetic Flow.
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Author
Poetic Flow
Rights
Lyrics: Poetic Flow/ Beat: Bay Root
Uploaded
December 22, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
1Am God
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Bay Root & Mixed by S. De Bolster.
© 2002 - Poetic Flow / Bay Root.
Bthugg:
Every single night at 1am I truly come alive ~ along with the ghosts my spirit finally arrives ~ taking a dive to my cd drive playing a new cd and revive the scenery/ Puffing on some greenery ~ it’s like vitamins oiling my machinery ~ stepping out the cage of though luck ~ Stop being stuck and get struck ~ if these walls could talk they wouldn’t shut the fuck up/ It’s every time at 1am I go out of my mind ~ unwind to the beat and remind me that life is sweet/ Ready to compete with the players ~ saying my prayers before I go out to face the female no sayers/ Getting my groove on ~ partying on till way passed the morning dawn ~ using my chess tactics ~ offering my pawn ~ hoping to end the night playing in her private lawn/
Hook:
I’m a 1 am God ~ 1 am God ~ every night at 1 am ~ I truly wake up again
Bthugg:
I can’t really explain but it’s like at 1am my brain is finally able to contain the pulses that’re seeping thru my vein/ Allowing a warm glow to rush thru my soul and opening my eyes ready to behold the atmosphere the night brings/ My mind sings twisted tales of fun and sex ~ trying to seep thru the complex mentals of a good looking lady/ “Would you be my baby??” ~ I ain’t acting shady this is just who I am at 1 am ~ a completely different man ~ searching for that dime: white, black or tan ~ I don’t give a damn cuz the night just began/
Hook:
I’m a 1 am God ~ 1 am God ~ every night at 1 am ~ I truly wake up again
Bthugg:
Hitting the streets fiending for that special vibe of the night ~ sitting with my peeps rhyming in the dawning light ~ we don’t need to write ~ we just spit off the top ~ making your head bop to the rhythm we drop even if we fuck up/ The fact of the matter is that matter of fact ~ it don’t matter if you’re white or black ~ if you can rap we always got your back ~ if you get attacked we smack the shit out of that fake macking pimp ~ we’ll leave him behind like a limping shrimp/ Armed with precise wit ~ making you quit before you even have a go at it/ If you can’t understand ~ it’s just 1am again/ 