Paradise - DJ EFN, Redman, Talib Kweli

I’m the paradise architect, you be paralyzed off the rim

My heart dark as the blackest pimp, I’m the Cadillac with the tints

They try to squint just to see inside, what is it like to be alive

I killed the track just to see it die, where the CSI?

I don’t need the game, the game need me

Cause they got more defects than the KGB

When it’s proper for us to reflect you probably gonna deflect

The poverty that we see all America like a reject

I ain’t gotta leak it, you pay attention you peep it

You waited for some leader, the truth is never a secret

It’s gotta be online or a TV for you to see it

And even if you see it you never really believe it

You ain’t never gotta question, if I say it then I mean it

Rock the boat like Aaliyah, the flow is gettin' you seasick

I die every night then I’m born again like a fetus

Get heavenly every week and hit paradise for the weekend

Every other city that we roam

And every day I’m here to grow old

What do I call this place I know?

Every day is like a country road

Everybody sees peace in droves

What do we call this place we know?

I woke up early in the afternoon expecting life to be disaster soon

But sun kept me up way past the moon

Daily grind halted, scrambled eggs salted

My soul catapulted just to greet the high exalted

Who keeps my world spinnin' through the glass ceiling?

Some say higher power but I truly have a feeling it’s me

I keep my eyes locked on the sea

For knowing how far I’ll go if I just keep bein' free

Where you been lately?

I been halfway around the planet

Tryna learn the language of the lavish, god damnit

Risin' with the tide to keep ‘em from going all manic

And holding down the fort for family if I so plan it

Paradise, gimme a signal from the satellites

To broadcast around the bend where it ain’t half as nice

Me and my people found Zion and packs of rice

Come join us for the last supper cause it happens twice

Now my paradise?

Pounds of the best bud

Everything topless, Hefner

Cars, women, before Art Simmons

Red was diggin' all in womens skins like Dexter

Yessir, I’m gettin' better

Every paragraph is like the staff of team Mayweather

Hard work show you paradise

Or you can luck up and get a paradise from a pair of dice

Legalize it, lightin' the Isaac Hayes

Fuck chokin' when you hit it girl, you need the Heimlich

Timeless lyrics for art, thou, I’m your highness

You can touch the sky by hearing these airliners

I’m a poster child for being so endowed

Women treat me like a court case, blow trial

Slam the hammer, I’ve been acquitted

Car sick, and I’ve been admitted

Redman and DJ EFN on your FM

The cheques in, then this another job for the X-Men

Create my paradise of life goals

Keep the hot nine on me like Ebro, nigga