Lyrics
Fingertips
As I put the pen to use, in the ink it dips,
I slip on a set of those smooth fingertips.
That sweet melody, to get your body grooving,
Hip-hop that don't stop, cause it keeps your body movin.
You know what i'm doing. what I'm referring to.
I'm talking-bout the music man-cause nothing else'll do.
so grab yourself a beer, and a chair, and sit back.
Lay down the sweet sound-that-surrounds this whole track.
Let the pen roll, to the instrumental sound,
watch it jottin down, everything that is around.
In everything there can be found, little peices of yourself.
From sunshine on nice days, to wise ways and good health.
Cause Music in the mind, is means for meditation.
A Relaxed state through no means of medication.
Without hesitation-Zone out for just a minute,
Let Poe bless the beat while the chorus gets up in it.
As i sit and listen, remanisin' of good times,
of sounds from the stereo, complete with those good rhymes.
I feel fine and dandy, cause this music is my candy,
Do or Die, Po' pimping, while i'm riding Jamie's Caddy.
But Poppa was a playa when I got my first car.
Zoning out to Nas' purple set my mind on par.
never I'd find em' few and far, inbetween, know what I mean?
Cause there's plenty of songs that'll keep ya feelin' keen.
So Fresh and So Clean, or even all of ATLiens,
Oukast'll cause chaos, causing kids to start rebellions.
Little hellions, need to stop the ir-reverence,
Sit back, relax, bumb Bubba Sparxxx Deliverence.
What about the Huxtables, written by the Crest,
Those times were the best, gettin' lit-n high of cess.
Cause I live the life, that I find comfortable.
you'll never find me, without a beat, that's bumpable.
Laying back, with Marion Black, singing Who Knows?
Like Aceyalone with those melodic type flows.
Moonlight Nights got me feeling so right,
With Louis Logic guiding me through the Great Divide.
It's never blowin my High, when I hear the Cunninlynguist.
Tonedeff's Porcelain, simply put, it's genious!
Like Electric Circus, Common's fifth LP
Who taught me not to be, an Unconcious MC.
and It was Talib Kweli, with help from Mission Control
With Jill Scott and the Roots, bringing the soul.
Fugees dropping the flow, while making the Score.
or Riders on the Storm, performed by the Doors.
I'd fall asleep to Angelique, under a moonlight sonata,
Pink Floyd to make it sink, thinking bout Frank Sanatra
When they're cut, primped and propa, I love them finger tips
Sweet suculant sounds surroundin' this Singers Lips.
