Tyson onBEATS

Tyson onBEATS - We So Fly lyrics

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Ft. Mikial aka M.Davis

(Intro)

Yes yes yes yes, ladies and gentlemen

Brothers and sisters

Ladies and girls, on behalf of Tyson onBEATS

I'd like to welcome you to

THe illest shin dig in this galaxy

Where all the cool kids and all the ill cats

They come to lean back

We travellin' thru time and dimensions, baby

Betta have yo passport ready

We bout to take y'all, cuz we so fly

(Verse)

Put the needle on the record, timezone when the flew blown

Lights low, instant verm, slow see the acids glow

? in the air, Coltrane stereo

Headphone snug base, drum tone vibrate

Boom buck thru the rabbit hole

This the pixer of the music that my mom made

On beats, Archeology, he takin' ludacrae

Excavate truth, I spit it to the tape

Dippin' in whateva I'm coofed in the place

Sidney Pointier style, Cardier frame

Ask Scott hang from the neck

Plates fresh, food - grapes

Mangoes and tangerines, slum beam shine thru the window screen

Knees up on the ease heels, with a woman from my dream

Imagined to myself this how peace feel

Drink full of whick absorb me, the poetry inform me

Lonely fee flowin', the cup runnin' for the sittin'

At the summer prayer, beating in the finger tips

The hover in des manos, I'm trippin' on the meaning of existence

Quoting sufy mystics, Rūmī and Konya

Yo boy pump outside in sunny California

And let the blues flow

(Hook)

And we so fly, even tho the role is to be

As the lean birds up in the sky

And we so fly, stayin' cool

Wall is like holdin' a hot cold up in these times

And we so fly, even tho the role is to be

As the lean birds up in the sky

And we so fly, stayin' cool

Wall is like holdin' a hot cold up in these times

(Verse 2)

I'm at the corner at the fire hydrant

I'm seein' faces of people walkin' past human traffic

They dream chasin', befo' they dreams vacant

They tryna get that white picket fence the four bedroom

The same spaces, Gepetto behind the sink

He pullin' strings of the Matrix

No Morpheus and no Neo

This own byzantine whyle

Y'all still go cold as the relo

When my voice hit the meeko

On it's revo-loosin' fo' people

Agents been hatin' my language

Ain't no spoons, y'all, just free imagination

I color coat my perigraphs

Colloquial speech from the tongue of blacks

Pass town from the buyer pass

Cotton fields where the lassos used to cut our backs

Where my soul was born at

Let it unfold when I saw my flow over-track on the bowl

Destination freedom, so ain't no comin' back

Caged birds fly free singin' they melody on the tree branch

I'm perched underneath, words merge with the beat

Incomplete synchronicity, this is what the secret be

Tune in and just follow it on my frequency

Fame go and come, only the truth remain

They listen to my scripts when I'm sittin' in my grave

Till then, just enjoy this flew serenade

As we bon-voyage and we fade away

As we bon-voyage and we fade away

(Hook)

And we so fly, even tho the role is to be

As the lean birds up in the sky

And we so fly, stayin' cool

Wall is like holdin' a hot cold up in these times

And we so fly, even tho the role is to be

As the lean birds up in the sky

And we so fly, stayin' cool

Wall is like holdin' a hot cold up in these times

Up in these times, .... we so fly

And we so fly

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