OPIO

OPIO - Mind, Body, And Soul lyrics

rate me

[Opio]

Yeah, you know my crew is thick

Makin chicks go buckwild and act a lunatic

I'm not a fugitive, hit me on my voodoo bip

On the Hiero bus, smokin out the hookah wit

hydro bazooka shit, blowin out your mucus membrane

Yeah, you can spit game, but who can explain

how your woman in Spain with Miguel?

Well his real life don't match the stories he tell

Pedallin propaganda, wearer of the handcuffs

In a plastic cell, look straight for the camera

From Atlanta to Havana, they broadcastin "Channel Zero"

I'm in your ear though, sort of like a black antenna

I throw my hand up, body electric

Receive God's blessings how I stay protected

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[Professor X] "This is protected!"

[Opio]

Nowadays young boys have to handle the fifth

like John Hannibal Smith, put the ammo in the clip

Catch you in a alleyway, blam you in the rear

Run up in your crib, go gorilla on your family

And it ain't about a rap song, they do it for the cash homes..

.. what comes around goes around

You might catch one if you own this town

And that's well known so hold it down

When you try to blame hip-hop, for who gets shot

I point my finger at the President, it's his fault

No amount of Harvard slick talk can pick apart that one

Delinquents on the ave know what's happenin (uh)

I throw my hand up, body electric

Receive God's blessings how I stay protected, protected, protected

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[Professor X] "This is protected!"

[Opio]

Resistin as a seminal for centuries and evermore

Spit it in a metaphor, get it at your record store

Let's make it crystal clear, listen here

Blood spilled on the battlefield or shed in a tear

Recharge, reshape, then reappear

Then reformulate before we commandeer

It's the renaissance, from Port-au-Prince, to in the Bronx

And back to Oakland, the wheels in motion

We coastin - thunderfoot like a Clydesdale

Rumble, young man rumble, I'll put your lights out

Opio be groovin like Manchito and the Afro Cubans

And that's cool then, T. Mass power movin

I throw my hand up, body electric

Receive God's blessings how I stay protected, protected, protected

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[Professor X] "This is protected!"

[Opio]

I expand like the verbal supercluster, so who could muster

the force of impact, from my point of attack

Live third rail on the subway track

I'm in the tunnel like the Moleman, with mo' plans, to go back

to flows that expose "Acknickulous" skill

Not mass appeal, or abs of steel

Or apple bottom like the ass on Beverly Peel

I appreciate celebrity status it's all real

But it's mo' about the cats in the lab and with no deal

Who keep the fully-auto verses single-action ideal

Yeah Hiero oh they straight, culture merchants we kill

So throw your hands in the air, let the truth be revealed

Yeah, body electric, protected, protected

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[Professor X] "This is protected!"

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