Yeah, I tipytoe around the topic
I didn’t know how to drop it
Until I stepped into the booth
Punched a computer, cautious
Like picking your pockets, tongue licking
I cock it, I shoot it up, impregnate the beats in the uterus
The concepts concept shouldn’t you conceive
When I come in here, listen, you should breathe
“Push, push” – It’s a new release
Music please
From the source in me, Al Mazika
I’ll need to set it free, Al Mazika
It’s my way to reach you, let me release / x2
I got an empty page, I got some empty space
I got some pens to waste, they sharp like razorblades
I got my lungs filled, ready to blister the rhythm
Although my belly aches, is the stress forbidden
And this chest pain, is there no rest days
But I’m happy, I got my girl all in my life, the best way
To my fans, I gotta go, can’t stay
I gotta liberate the music, just stay, to get away
I see my moms in the choir, me on that church bench
I’m sitting awfully quite, they are rehearsing
And me, my bony ass, stuck by the phonograph
Scribbling in my phony graph, bumping canasta flags
My first and only wax, before that kiss record
I don’t mind going back, just for a split second
And I don’t know when that, now we them older cats
And motivated, the next young and proud, how he wrote his raps
From the source in me, Al Mazika
I’ll need to set it free, Al Mazika
It’s my way to reach you, let me release / x2
Excuse me while I kiss the sky, taste it, then I spit it out
Feeling like I got the whole world, hanging from my mouth
Feening like I had the holy ghost turn me inside out
Speaking in tongues, I turn religious any minute now
And the salvation through the P.A
Banging on the speakers on a replay
I don’t even know if the sensation is physical
Is it in the air, in my blood or what is it yall
Free and uplifting, so you need to listen
To see what we received, the DVSG, be given
The rules and restrictions, nothing you do is forbidden
Don’t be scared of the beat, it’s just the music hitting
Banging away in a Morse code
So cold, and it’s so called what’s on
White pieces constantly postpone
We need it even more so
I say my cebrel grow
I plan my pen and soul
Row after row in my notebook
And I got plenty more
From the source in me, Al Mazika
I’ll need to set it free, Al Mazika
It’s my way to reach you, let me release / x3
