Retro

(jazz scats)

Verse 1

Don't need a tissue to dry this rhyme/let it leak from the peak deep in my mind/ horizontal design and I never rewind/pullin out the divine inspire the times/to scroll like the writings of the most high/pushin out my pipe dreams into overdrive/while im stealin my youngn's out the prison pipeline/ shown them success without selling white lines/oppressors beaten them with sticks and gun heads/blood pouring on steps aggravated environments/ put someone to death no name bullets taken out the harvest/ tear dropped prophets that reign in projects/ looking for progress in the heart of the problem/ with noway to dodge them and no way to log in to peace and stardom/ breath nights in harlem slept well departing'

Chorus:
Departing?
Departing!
Please pardon, my pardon
I know I, I often
Get lost in
my thoughts and
the darkness
it softens
my heart in
this moment
so pardon, my pardon
while I'm lost
in moments

Verse 2:

My doe is pay, so I'm never slow poke/stay on my go go like DC Go'Gos/ Come back like yoyo's/ shop down round soho/cop dope soles and walk-it-out on my dolo/known vintage retro connection the soul glow toes to my afro/ and since I was young bul I been successful/already know I got it goin on and you got it goin on/ we all children of the sun/ put here and begun way before I was born/ to roll the models for souls in bottles/explode to rock shows/hot granite off the stove told stories from before/revolutionary warfare in a heart of gold/ that could never be sold new sierra leon/ never no one's peon touchdown like dion/bright lights like neon to speak i breath on/tracks and lean on facts/detach my go backs to hear y'all clap/no not the clap that got son laid back/ but that clap that'll have/ y'all feet on stance romance the chance/ lance-free on prance/ cool like Freon from nissan vents/ glance at my chance that I won't get back/ so I break like an old school boy stance/ or the feeling in your chest from a young romance

Outtro Ooh's