What up, holmes?
Yo yo
Yeah
Let's kick it!
Yeah yeah
Uh!
It's that real shit
We gonna kick it
Pipe down and listen
Holla atcha boy
blaze that Emerald Reefa
Uh!
let me ventilate these bars
Her name is Vanilla, single parent to Cream
a bunny rabbit living far from hills that are Green
Hard pathways travelled, you can see where she's been
and yet she still ain't run out of steam
See, I knew Vanilla from when I was a kid
I'd run from police, at Vanilla's I hid
She never snitched, never turned me in to do a bid
She wanted me to change, I guess I kinda did
Fixed up my life, stopped running with the wrong crowd
But how's Vanilla doing since I last gone round?
Turns out things are bleak
Rent due this week, hardly any food to eat
Up shit creek without a paddle or a boat
No job's hiring, I dunno how she cope
The baby's father ain't around and if I see that bloke
I'ma take a Star Post and shove it right down his throat
Vanilla stays strong, always showing a grin
because she don't let Cream see the trouble they're in
She waiting on a good change, but chances are slim
And my patience is thin
So if you see me in the Zones and ask why I’m running
I gotta get these Rings, I can't just do nothing
Vanilla on my mind as I hit this Emerald Reefa
I swear, I'ma change her life when I next meet her
(when I next meet her)
(I swear, I'ma change her life when I next meet her)
(It’s funny that you say that)
(Reminds me of somethin’ I saw, too. Check it)
I ran into my holmes Omega
begging on the side of the street
now ain’t that some shit right there (hey)
He says he’s outta work, can’t get insurance
for a disability
or even afford a damn repair (uh, Heyyy)
He says, bots like me should keep Running Zones before my
memory becomes obsolete (obsolete)
to sum up this industry he poured me a drink and said
“I’m hoping that this grind leads to a deeper meaning”
“Emerald Reefa, where the grass is greena’, waddup”
(Emerald Reefa, where the grass is greena’, uhh!)
(Yeah, that’s it)
(We good…)
(Look around, everybody staring at the clouds, and we be singing like…)
(Yo, dawg, Val, passed me that Reefa)
(I’ve got a killer hangover and a story to tell)
Last night I had a few gimlets
Thinkin' 'bout my boy Charmy Bee
Decided to place a call long distance
Ever since, the phone kept ringing
No one's home, and at the tone I got left alone
Shit, I'll leave a message
Yo, it's halc and it's been a while
But I was seein' if you could take a short break from the good life
Or maybe swing by once in a while son
I know it's far away, but still
It's just miles if you run
We'll chill out old-school style
Cook up a sick beat and go wild and have fun
Well, I guess I had it comin'
I did the same thing to another old friend
Goes to show what goes around comes back
And all I can do is keep running with my new pack
Take a lesson from the Bunny on the mic
Hedgehog in the spotlight
and The Robo thinkin on the sidelines
use today to pave your life
and deal with or escape the endless grind, uhh
(Yeah, let’s go next stage)
(Let’s go, next stage)
(Let’s go, next stage…)
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