Head High - Mr. Lif

Verse 1

So I sit back, relax, pack a bowl / Imagine if I made the honor role / hop in

if you wanna roll / hurry cause I’ve gotta go / jet setter with a vendetta /

not many men better than the trend setter / send weather through your town /

knockin out your pseudo sound / pound through your ground / cause tremors /

dilemmas for antennas and tenor sax players call me Amadeus / They say Decaye,

please paint a picture to portray us / so I think vividly / open up a portal

to infinity / vision a tank / then with my infantry / roam through a mine field

with thoughts my mind yields / the government has offered, yet my men have

denied shields / so we run in brazen / guns blazin' / dazing opposition with

precision, now we’re on a mission / listen, hear that fuse hissin',

now your leg is missing / blood will glisten, then your soul will seep int the

solar system / Damn, I started feeling ragged and low, but I could summon up

the energy with some of that Dro / Break me off a leaf and I become the chief /

I need the relief / this world’ll never leave me at peace / the beast works in

many ways / many days’ll pass / he blurs my vision when I stare at my path /

but yo let me chill God / I could rhyme for days on this beat / Lemme retreat /

and smoke a little sticky green leaf

Chorus

Belief in this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain / trying to unlock my brain /

My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,

and watch the story unfold

Living on this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain trying to unlock my brain /

My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,

and watch the story unfold

Verse 2

Man I just sit back and get real blazed / start analyzing God’s most mysterious

ways / from tribesmen to civilized men / to victimized when enslaved to live

the ways of colonized men / Emancipation onto Nancy Reagan / to Michael Irving

catching passes from Aikman / money don’t make men / but many look past / who

they see in the glass / to live the ways of modern day and spiritually fast / I

was living too fast / had to slow down / create my own sound / inspiration

leaking through my dome now / so foul watching Jeremiah spit fire / knowing it

reflects on Obama / Mo' drama / That petty Black shit / televised and enacted /

the perfect trap t turn the «Change» campaign backward / it hurts that even our

most prestigious leaders cannot shun what those centuries of hatred have done /

That old crabs in a barrel makes our chances none or narrow, to have our race

perceived with the graces of a pharoa / It hurts me to the marrow when I drive

through the ghetto / and see my peoples caught up in a life that won’t let go /

And what’s weird is / few of them will hear this / melody I’m pouring from my

soul so fearless / but chill God, I could rhyme for days on this beat / Lemme

retreat, and smoke a little stick green leaf

Chorus

Belief in this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain / trying to unlock my brain /

My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,

and watch the story unfold

Living on this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain trying to unlock my brain /

My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,

and watch the story unfold