Mystik Journeymen - Right Now (Feat. The Grouch) Lyrics
f/ The GrouchYou ever think that we live on the planet?..Fly.. with.. me..Mid-night breeze.. over trees..Breathe.. emancipation of your mindLiquidation, incrimination of a, false nationTwo thousand millenium occupation black poet on the runTrack translation information dictation wasting masonsLacing the world with, pseudo-supremacyAlien residency, blue collar presentryWu-Tang inhumane two thousand chinks came since 1840 main!Objective being selective on Earth's precious metalsStealing newborns out the ghetto, who knew?People thought it was voodoo, ? ? ?The bright shiny ass catapults to Earth, hittin the gas tractorwith a blast exploding Earthward fearKnowing we're not the only ones out.. there1998 we see clear reception on your TV, ableto see any place any time cave, lines and four linesIn a hundred years time we invented the impossibleOrson Welles gospel hostile times lay nearThe album 2004 video camera digital, that sucks.. humans inExperiment on - Do you know the the fundamentals of a phoneHow many mother*****in miles away, still bug your ass at home?While you listen to your favorite CD, do we SEEThe magic, or does it brainwash usFeeble, surprised when the alien weevil, soaks our headwith A-1 sauce, when you asleep needle, in your neckTrying to figure out what the heck you gonna do now?(Man get down off my damn bed, what the hell is wrong with you?)Right now.. (3X)Do you see, what's goin on?Right now..To say they harass me is just to say the leastPolice and mo' money disturb me in my sleepVery unclever ways to get paid by lucky, government detectivesand agencies they hunt me, so funny how I never thoughtcredit would just slump me, scratch that bank accountNo chance of me stackin, I'm livin out my pocketsSpending on a trophy, thinkin how they laughinSaying, "Damn he owe us money," talk BULLshitWalkin these thoughts through Central ParkTrying to get these records off, mashin through the darkAges of the populous, popular we ain'tOfficers sent up with fresh paint, or new shitJust tracks getting rippedAnd reputations built like spots, when, you turn aroundand the shit's a *****ing highrise, building longevitySky's the only limit, _Destiny is Success_ like a tapetossed at cannibus duck, the univited comewith scorching heat seeking out, leaking out to the rap booksof those who peep it out, and buy itRight now..Do you see do you see, what's goin on?Right now..Do you see do you see, what's goin on?Right now..Do you see see, what's goin on?Right now..Parent thee I create in the state of open-mindednessHopin you findin this to be the finest, timelesspiece of clockwork to emerge on the verge of nabbingyour attention grabbing due respect, it's true so checkout the background we put it down to fat sound acknowledgegreatness in solid, shapeless form, expression performedDiscretion, for more to be advisedWe utilize controversy, forever at the mercy of noneFirst we be done, now you see the motion set forthby devotion to the sport that I'm coachingWhen the whistle blows intial flows stun youReally just a young crew havin fun too, we ready to run throughThis industry offending me on the dailyKnowing that my talent comes as often as a comet named ...Baby feel the blanking, cause everyone's an emcee RIGHT NOWdespite style.. cracking a tight smileGreasing palms, each embalmed with bullshitWho'll get never past the present, disappear when I rule thisCan you see it?
