Luv(sic) Pt.6 (Uyama Hiroto Remix A Cappella) - Nujabes/Shing02
Yeah I met a metaphorical girl
In a metaphysical world
Now you got me day dreaming
Sleeping in a curl
Her name on my tongue
A fresh flavor yup
Whenever she popped up
Put a swirl on my cone
I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth
But the stones turned precious
When they all came out
On a string of deep thought
That could never be bought
Body rock don't stop be bop to hip hop
Cold as ice so I stared
As it thawed to the floor
What was left a shoestring budget on call
Then these new styles came along
Some on to the next on some other hit
Their own trip
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds dated
Make you feel old and jaded
The goal was to make it and we made it but
We didn't know how to keep it
Like nice kicks that wouldn't fit
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
Store it underneath the bed and open it up
Once in a blue moon
Think about a cool ending
To a story that ended too soon
Gotta bring back the feeling
I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
A pen can be sharper
Than a scalpel to a patient
To an open heart it's a daily operation
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started
So I cut the tape
As our records will stay on rotate
Yap
Yap
You say a circle is a flawless shape
Every part equi distance from the center
On the arc without a start or a finish
A line on a loop carries weight
A freight train runs unabated
Views vanish from my point vantage
Passages come in and out
How I remember your antics
Still alive 'cause I said it
A life of its own unless we dead it
Till they see our name in credits
A labor of love you mean slavery
Surely it's been quite savory
Crepe on the balcony verbal alchemy
Pure magic when she touches me
I read that love is kind
But it's also blind of any style
You profess would you be my guest
Happiness is a hot potato
That you can't possess for long
Just pass it on like a song
And I might look calm
And collected at a glance
But I taste the void when I'm not connected
To the world kinetic as opposed to static
Idle hands a workshop of a modern day addict
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed
The mind in need of stimulation
Elevator music to the space station
Penthouse of stars a blazing
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started
So I cut this tape
As our records will stay on rotate
