vibe ratings
capital steez
stereos pumping from the dungeon
comin' live from flatbush junction and making it hard to function
breaking down your sound systems and governmental corruption
step aside pumpkin quit jumping to assumptions
the illest cats to ever rap
we're spittin' crackle heeps and craps
salvations? ain't anythin'. i make that up for simple tracks
can you resist the fact that we're about to bring it back?
right until your motherfuckin' pencils crack
and don't expect to be saved without a hero in sight
cause my microphone is hotter than a heroin pipe
something like the finest piff
maybe even some white to sniff
but i'm sure it have you lying stiff
vicodins and flintstones vitamins
get stoned and get home and lie about your righteousness
we had a deep discussion over marvin gaye and chardonnay
a bird caught my attention
i chased her and she got away
now i'm left with pennies and i had to learn the harder way
that's a fowl shot and i ain't even get to score
just memories that always end in me gettin'
i don't ponder on it anymore
represents a metaphor of me
and nowaday my heart beats to this metronome
and my heart's beat is waiting for a recollective poem
and a calm rhythm that resembles home
they say sound is vibration and it got my mind shaking
can you feel it vibrating?