SOLO SONGS
S O L O S O N G S
S O L O S O N G S
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MY BROTHERS
[VERSE ONE] Am I my brother’s keeper? People keep on asking me. Am I responsible for teaching lessons passed to me?/ The things that I have learned that are burned in history, are things that I would never want him to see. Misery/ is all that follows. Hollow is the heart that lives in me. And this is it. Decisions must be made, and not so easily./ Lord I know you live in me, you’ve given be the best. But even at my highest level the Devil will test./ Yes, I know this… Trynna get my shit together. so that I will be able to give my brothers better./ Young and older, trynna hold ’em both up on my shoulder. Mama told us button up, the night is gettin’ colder./ Daddy told us toughen up, cause LIFE is getting colder. Righteousness is over rated. Made it over/ age 21 and that’s a miracle for some. My miracle is seeing my brothers under the Sun . . . LUH MUH GURL
[VERSE ONE] You know my babi-gurl one of a kind. She be the one to my zero so I call her a dime. And all of the time my babi-gurl be all on my mind. (Sheesh)/ It’s like she got these niccas fallin in line. But,/ for Naturnal, he the one & only./ Yup./ He be the one she calling when she lonely./ Yup./ And if you ever seen her you would know why all’a these guys double-take when she walkin by. It’s all in her thighs, hips, lips, to kiss her goodbye, I gotta’ pause a moment/ closing my eyes. Holding her close supposed to be the most affec-tion-Nate. She not the teach-type’a girl. She don’t be testin’ Nate./ Just when Nate had said that he was going solo./ Babi-gurl started movin on him in slow-mo. Under the radar. It’s like the girl was moving in stealth. Done stole my heart, the part that got me losing my health. And damn/ This type’a girl is in demand, but low in the stock. She got them niccas showing her rocks. But nope./ That’s Naturnal pulling all’a the stops. Ain’t going that route. Don’t want the kids the dog & the house./ (Nah, sorry)/ Can't afford it. Want her all to myself. I know it sounds selfish but as long as it helps her to know. . . I luh muh gurl. I love my girl. I luh muh gurl. And she can get it! [HOOK] I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love my girl. And she can get it! I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love my girl. (I love her.) And she said, that I can get it! [VERSE TWO] Oh I can get it, I can take it, and give it. And I can make ya lips quiver hips'll start to pivot./ Get real imaginative when you come to visit. A lil 4:00 foreplay up in the kitchen./ We like the same stuff, the same positions. Well maybe- eh girl who we kiddin'./ We some energizer bunnies on a mission to be going and going knowing we losing sleep and losing vision./ Now you know we do it way too much when we don't know what day it is today because/ when we first started it was like a summer's eve, now I'm looking out the window ain't no leaves on trees./ Did we just have sex through a season? Geez! Well, I ain't one to complain. My "big man" can maintain./ As long as I'm in you April showers can rain, cause it May be ya flower power making me came-come. . . a little closer cause you know we ain't done. Looking at my calender ripping off pages. It's like longer that we go, the more rated. . . From the G, to the PG, the R to the X. The next thing you know girl, we'll be right on the set of our own home movie full of fucking and sex and oral and anal-- I mean- no disrespect its just. . . I mean we got to try some new things. [HOOK] I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love my girl. And she can get it! I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love babi-girl, yup I luh muh gurl. I love my girl. (I love her.) And she said, that I can get it! THE CALLING
[VERSE ONE] This ain’t the way you supposed ta start ya day. Getting a phone call from a girl so far away,/ that you miss her. To kiss her would be the elixir. And then a breakfast you’d fix her./ But you can’t. You alone in your home. Getting hype when you answer the phone./ Hopin that it’s her, but it be the dial tone. This type’a love’ll make or break a milestone./ I’ll show ‘em. Trynna keep us apart. They dreaming, girl. But that sleep is a start,/ ‘cause so long as they sleeping we creep in the dark. Deep in the heart, so unique are the parts/ that make us us. Just a thief in the night. You stole my soul, but you keeping it tight./ Keeping it right up up under the light, so I know that it’s you when you call me, aiight. [VERSE TWO] Long-distance ain’t the cut, it’s the instant, now, right now that I need. Read the sentence./ Texting, messaging, now is so vexing. Ain’t seen the light of day. Losing complexion./ I hope we not losing connection. If losing’s a lesson, our rules are subjecting,/ and so we gon’ go ahead & cruise down this section. With the ten digits I’m pressing,/ I’m callin’ you, to subdue the depression. If you don’t answer, then I’m choosing my weapon,/ but let’s not get hasty cause maybe you restin‘. Baby I’m crazy confessin’,/ but pick up the phone if you home, I’m suggestin’ that we can get together it’s been like a week./ Wishin’ you was layin’ wit’ me. Lost alot’a sleep. Cost about’a weeks pay to visit you at all./ You live so far, & I wish that you would call. [VERSE THREE] Now I’m losin’ it… thinking’ I’m losing you. I’m trynna prove that this, is an illusion. You/ ain’t call me back yet. My phone is on. I got a full charge bat-tery, tone is on./ So is the ringing style I set just for you. so, callin’ me back you can’t forget to do./ If you do then there’s something wrong. It’s like I can’t think, write, re-cord or perform./ It felt like it wasn’t nothing to rhyme about, until that late night call from ya mommas house./ Ya mom had told me… I had to visit… she sounded so sad. I said, “What is it?”/ Then she started… To cry a lil’ bit. Be-fore she told me, oh I could feel it./ I never doubted… where our passion went. As your mom talked all I heard was accident./ She said that right now you rest with the stars & I probably shouldn’t wait for your call. (Now, even though I know you‘re with the stars… I‘m still gon‘ wait for your call.) |
Now ya’ stammerin’ over me hammerin’ ya’ teeth. Fallin’, landing’ in the streets./ I’m handling this beef like a culinary artist, or a boxer that’s in training. Now ya’ face looks all retarted./ Patience was the hardest of the lessons when I started out as a youngsta’. Now I walk amongst the,/ Knights of the Round Table, labeled as a martyr. Sword, slicin’, slashin’! One-shot’s the fashion./ Hip-Hop’s the passion. I’m splittin’ rations …of thought with all of yall who will have them./ “…And if not, then this one shot gon’ grab ‘em.”… said Naturnal to the mad men.
Now they looking like, "The fu*K happened?" BACK IN YOUR MIND
“ice cubes” beat by: DJ DNC, lyrics by: Naturnal, chorus by: [Tegan & Sara, from their song “Back In Your Head”] [VERSE ONE] I just want to be back in your head, back on your mind. I hope that I can find a way that we can be rewind time/ & redesign the moment love had started to decline. Why am I even trying? I know you’ll think I’m lying./ Even when you grabbin at the baddest memories, I am happy that there something in there that remembers me./ Memories tossed in the winds. Ya delicate skin. Walkin through sin cities wit’cha pretty little grin./ Videos we in. Songs we dedicated. How can memories & melancholy be related?/ How could this’ve happened after many nights of passion? Laughin & relaxin. Drinkin til I’m crashin./ Sinkin in the back when I want to be up front. I settle for anywhere, but you know what I want./ Sinkin in the back when I want to be up front. I settle for anywhere, but you know what I want. [VERSE TWO] I want that eternal sunshine on your spotless mind. If I could climb inside I would lock the bond /between you & I so we stop the crying. But because love is blind, it’d be a matter of time/ before we get ta fussin & cussin, stressing again. Struggling & then trouble begins. Pressin your skin/ close to mine with hopes to find the light. But in the end it end up being goodbye… goodnight./ We tried to fight for, but kept fightin with each other til we were wishing that WE did not exist./ We cannot persist. We cannot forgive. But still we got some messages that we keep trynna give./ How can I forgive? How can I persist? How can I get over the fact that you might forget?/ I’m slowly realizing that this ain’t the way to live, as I’m listenin to Tegan & Sara’s “Back In Your Head”. I just want back in your head. QUICK RECIPE
[VERSE ONE] Naturnal spit’s the sickest shit. His liquid is the wickedest. And this is just a gift ta’ give to all of his affiliates/ who call him Mr. Furious when it’s time to get serious. Lyrical Constantine who bombs the scene/ from a missile silo that’s equipped ta’ rip a eye-hole in ya’ forehead. Third-eye guy. The Bible/ spoke of disciples… …And I’d like to… think that I might do…/ The same as those disciples fightin’ through all of my rivals. But phuck a fan, if yall don’t like me, tell me why should I you?/ I try to set the best example, but this shit gets hard to handle. Flickin’ through the channels all I see is music mangled./ Some’a yall are stranglin’ the life out of it’s heart. Music is about to flat-line into the dark. & then where yall gon’ be at?… …Man, yall don’t even see that… what yall doin’ is-- [VERSE TWO] Now that I got my second wind in me it’s like my enemies are trynna’ bend they knees, in attempts ta’ be befriending me./ Now this is sending me a whole new message. Like these suckas are dyslexic. Or, just as ignorant as the rest is./ This is getting restless trynna’ wrestle these pathetic, negative, repetitives who say, “Just live & let it live.”/- Nah! See, that’s part of the problem… …It’s okay, cause I’m ‘bout ta solve them…/ Mysteries by givin’ these EmCees an anti-histamine. I’m pourin’ in a cure for all’a yall who are ignoring/ facts about this cat who some’a yall are callin’ Nat Turner. But it’s okay ‘cause just as quick Naturnal/ gets the burner. Loaded up wit brain cells from hell I get ta’ learn ya’ Matta’ fact, let me see./ Here goes the recipe… for life… Heh, heh, heh,… psyke |