Cool As The Gang (Dom Sirius)

Single from my first project The 1963 LP found here http://domsirius.bandcamp.com/album/the-1963-lp
Prod. By. Hir-O
S/O to Jdilla R.I.P.



Lyrics

Verse 1
Journey with me, sit in the cockpit and hit the zoom
To where the map shows the black holes and distant moons
A little ways past the countdowns and interviews
To get away from where variety in music isn't used
Don't get it misconstrued
With raps current state its hard not to be a critic or cynical
I opened up mentally, the strength was in the dude
Biking up a mountain with tires with no inner tubes
An uphill battle, facing doubts and the ridicule
Cuz the lyricals over their heads like cielings do
Much deeper words penetrate ya physical
Voice of a generation? (nah) I'll give you the visual
If clothes make the man cuz children are born in the nude,
I've been the coolest nigga, a baby with shades in the womb
Image is miniscule/
Why waste paper and ink to copy, the best art is always original

(chorus)
Cool calm and collected
Product of the time I invested reflected
Its all me in arm reach of success and
Couldn't be closer to the truth if I stretched it
Calm and collected cool as the gang but
Hot and heat rises so take a look who came up
If im not a boss then im clothed from the same cut
Tired of the gimmicks that they pitchin heres the change up

verse 2

Rap niggaz made it so they livin like fuck it/
I'm dope now, imagine me with an even budget
Stab appeal shit, while these dudes don't even cut it
Cuz when push comes to shove, I know you wont even budget
Like or love it to hate it is just a dead loss
game is gone be mine soon (monsoon), call the local red cross
fresh on the scene made it past the door man
poor mans lyricist not the next best thing
but the next best thing, wake you up if you sleepin
I don't give a fuck if you got the best bed springs
You can keep all the stones, hoes silk and money
because the promised lands mine for the milkin honey
pucker up to kiss the game goodbye Sirius to name the guy
with tiger in his eyes defeatin odds to make the bacon fly
do what you want say what you say I'm ill
Don't get the tone confused with frustration, chill im straight im still


(chorus)

Verse 3

I'm havin fun, don't get me wrong
Theres enough room here we can all get along
Rollin up tryin more than just manage
Give me a hit, joint or torch, nigga pass it
I'm just getting started can't see ya boy peekin
Anything in my way I will destroy, thinkin
Im keep on climbin til I see ya boys shrinkin
so I go in harder than Leroy Jenkins
no need for speakin, im killin while you playin
little nigga keepin up, bitch im Krillin what you sayin?(Saiyan)
Talkin bitches? let it be, yours don't compare
Underdog with a pure Bred Polly out of your pedigree
Sweet ikno, its like I preach the bible
David feelin like goliath nigga, fee fi foe
Picture me with shades on smoking, flippin thru dough
Strollin in slow motion with my back to an explosion

I'm cool......

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Music

Tags:

• Dom Sirius
• Dom Babb
• 1963 LP
• Hir-O
• Omari Hall
• JDilla