Slow V. / Retrospect

Slow V. / Retrospect - Life After Death lyrics

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[Verse 1: Slow V] I've seen the toughest niggaz shook right, in they hood life The woof type, when they think about what Heaven looks like At the end of the barrel I seen hearts turn narrow The hardest niggaz around will shit in they apparel The shit's concrete when your heart skips a beat And your life gets viewed before that dark deep sleep Niggaz get scared to die, that's the only reason That you hear them screaming when they let the lead fly But death is the beginning and we're living the worst The best is yet to come when we're leaving this earth Your body ain't nothing, that's why you leave it in dirt It's only your soul that matters when you leaving this turf I wish Heaven's everything that I picture and more Arrive at them steps and hearing them chords Everybody dressed in black, black clouds for a floor Amongst legends and the rest of the people adored There ain't no money to there ain't no power Possibilities are only with the stretch of an hour If you can think it you can do it, no need to construe it Cause a will is just another way for you to pursue it Black Jesus and leaders of all types A place inhabited by races of all likes A place better than life itself The only place where you can earn life-less wealth [Verse 2: Retrospect] I see me living high without the weed, street rhyming to a beat Sweet climate feel the breeze, never time for us to sleep That's a human necessity, no food entity I choose preferably, to amuse, sooth with the melody I'll ask Louis Armstrong to help me with a solo Then put it to a beat to make Pac wan to flow mo' Jam Master Jay will do a cut for the promo The unborn babies stay close to the grown folks They'll have fun, cut clouds into pieces We live amongst stars, rock crowds through the seasons It's nicer when freezing, hyper when screaming The tightest emcees will have a cipher with Jesus This is what I envision in my after death living Aaliyah & Biggie Smalls will join me for Thanksgiving Comedians, some athletes, fuck vanity We all live together happily as one family I'll have a jam session with Luther Vandross and Ray Charles With me and big pun kicking straight bars We stay raw his shit is fire And after that we'll have a comedy hour with Richard Prior I don't think I can express with rhymes I don't even think about the things I've left behind It's amazing, this is haven, I truly found As I watch my son through the clouds Life after Death

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