[Featuring Mos Def]
Intro:
yeah yo yo what time the plane leavin?
ahhh alright i see you at the airport
*samples of "r r r r rock on"*
Chorus:
Memories don't live like people do
They always remember you
Whether things are good or bad its just the memories
Memories don't live like people do o
Baby don't forget me I'm a travellin' man
Movin through places space and time
Gotta lotta things i got to do
God willin' I'm comin back to you
My baby boo
I'm a travellin' man
Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime)
Gotta lotta things i got to do
But God willin' I'm comin back to you
Baby boo
I'm leavin
Verse 1:
Well go 'head and leave
The call heard 'round the world from the wives of MC's
These cats is playin all that half a pound
A garment bag we snatch it down
Ain't got the state but we could prob'ly run a blacker town
Scenarios like this is tear jerkers
For the modern MC I ain't a blue collar worker
'Cuz this thing called rhymin' no different from coal minin'
We both on assignment to unearth the diamond
When you start climbin'
And then I start shinin'
You be strugglin' and strivin'
And they think you prime-timin'
Matain and keep silence make note and observation
This confrontation
This is the daily operation
A concentration
Stay focused on my ?dissertation?
'Bout to reach my destination with the balls of hesitation
Baby make the preperation 'cuz this ain't no recreation
This is Pro Ball!
And we lettin you know y'all
At the show y'all
Doin' this for dough y'all
Get the phone call
And I'm ready to blow y'all
'Bout to go y'all
Been a pleasure to know y'all
And I'm lettin' you know that...
Chorus:
Memories don't live like people do
They always remember you
Wether things are good or bad, its just the memories
Memories don't live like [Mac]
Send this out to my nigga Mike King and
All the 22nd gangsters in Columbus Ohio
From a O-G to a B-GEE
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
Check it
[O'Dell]
15 with the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(It抯 all good, it's all good)
He pass by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the chip phone
He talkin' to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had the same kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J抯
On a niggas feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' with chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, a pocket full of dimes
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won't like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back Lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll
[Chorus]
(rolll)
Keep it on your mind
(Rolll)
A nigga shoots the same
(Slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
(Rolll)
What mama used to say,
(Slow your rolll)
Keep it up young man
(Roll)
A nigga shoots the same
(Slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
What mama used to say
[Mac]
16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the black car
And all dem niggas got murder on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k. you got the tech 9 (i got the tech you heard me)
Passenger seat he spot woo-ney, who is woo-ney
He's that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me
Take that muthafucka, what's what he yell at the