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Unadulterated underground, non-vulgar, classic NYC Intelligent Rhymes with an infusion of Dancehall
Cyrus Eye is a two member band consisting of a DJ and a lyricist. Our roots stem deep into Hip Hop, Jazz, Neo Soul and Reggae. We stay free of vulgarity.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,449
Peak in subgenre #6,347
Author
QDigga
Uploaded
December 15, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I was thinking about how much I appreciated my wife one day. I thought back in succession to the events leading up to the point in which I discovered my wife. This song was made by using snippets of past failed relationships to create one cohesive lyrical journey
Lyrics
see this chica had my mind on lock in three ways
pad-lock, doorstop, and the club, steering wheel lock
should I sit back and let this girl on in
so she can stroll like through automatic doors, nor resistance
I remain persistant in my decision for distance
in retrospect reminiscing on how I never listened
at first I resisted then enlisted in her army yo
who can harm me, just this cutie on me
no adversity was present in this current situation
just elation, 'till like E R there was signs of complication
I dig in recollection to when this had begun
I'd have to say it was 89 or 91
yo, i peeped this mommy and her lower extremities
chunky shoes kept her calf muscles looking good to me
this flyest latina, actually, chica bonite
I'm so glad I was on the bus, so that I could met her
she sat accross from me in a row of 2 seaters
you know the row with the little exit window
yo, she peeped me with those big blue eyes and said hi
the words shot me through the brain right between both eyes
she steady eye balled me with that twinke in her eyes
now I'd wish she'd pass me by like those cats from pharcide
why, I thought she'd be dope by my side
but realized it was evident the opposite was prevelent
my benevolence in this case irrelovent
I'm so glad I had remained celibate
see, early mornings on the bus she's clingin' on me
so close, it's immpossible to breath
but, I got asthma this situations impossible
signs of singularity, quite unprobable
unstoppable were her advances on me really
this could kill me if I don't swich up my stances daily
(Chorus)
It's been a long time comin' these honies are straight trippin'
time for Q to flip the script not once but duplicate
it's been a long time comin' these brotha's are straight worked,
tired of the pretty faces leavin' us hurt
So I bounced down to the southern hemosphere
well it's still in america just slightly south of here
while I adhered to my method of operation
searchin' for the perfect shorty to adore me's my vocation
this location was definately different
causin me hesitance it's blatently evidant
that my indefference was significantly
keepin me from enjoyin' life as I should be
No longer that 16 year old body type scrawny
with the blue eyed mommy on me
identities clearer than vision on Paul
when scales fell from his eyes back when he was Saul
I saw my opportunity one night I took advantage
my anticts targeted this wall flower standin' stranded
the music was blarin yet I played my position
intent on fulfillin my objective in this mission
intermission had started at 10
when the music had paused, turn tables stopped spinnin'
I couldn't help myself, couldn't stop grinnin'
though I saw the expectations from end to beginnin
I mean from beginning to the end
did I mention girl was the illest Afrasian?
equation half Korean half jamaican
back when being tall, dark skinned and thin was in
the bliss of this could not be dismissed
sparkin' thoughful conversations with this miss
neither for nor against this like she was swiss
well, her stand for neutrality for me was a falicy
but like the 3rd letter of the alphabet she couldn't C
her complacancy was slowly killin' me
so, see later, adios chica no time for half steppin'
to Connecticut I'm headed
(Chorus)
It's been a long time comin' these honies are straight trippin'
time for Q to flip the script not once but duplicate
it's been a long time comin' these brotha's are straight worked,
tired of the pretty faces leavin' us hurt
It's been a long time comin' these honies are straight trippin'
time for Q to flip the script not once but duplicate
it's been a long time comin' these brotha's are straight worked,
tired of the pretty faces leavin' us hurt
