Acro Jazz Laboratories
앨범 : Acro Jazz One

Ayo I’m searchin for the passion that I had when i would first spit
Tryna cram my words into the rhymes to make the verse fit
Found out that my flow’s a gifted curse but its a cursed gift
And started to believe em when they said I wasn’t worth shit
The earth twists and the days go by
…been kinda low lately so I stay so high that I can see the planes
Go by, remains so fly
And spit legendary lines so my name won’t die
I’m a rhyme scholar, allergic to the drama
And all I want is to add a couple commas to my dollars
I never really got caught up with the players and the ballers
I’d rather be myself and leave my fate up to my karma
Cali kush packed snug in a fat blunt
Room smoky like a 1920s jazz club
So if you need another drink just put you glass up
And if you lookin for the illest rhyme you better ask tunji
We on again
Back with another one   *4
Just like a spy hunter, put up a smoke screen
And try to separate myself from those who don’t dream
The world they don’t’ see, I still believe it
So they call me Nieve, but they don’t know the meaning
I’m a diamond in this rough draft.
I keep working and rhyming until suns passed
I see the sands of time as the blunts ashed off the tray
Hide behind some dark shades while I’m in the stage
They keep grabbin me, so I gotta keep my gravity
Spit a couple flows that arose insanity
The crowd screams, surprised they found kings
Appear like the sun behind the cloud beams
Nieve, Young Tunj, and Noah King
Just a couple story tellers who set our minds free
I’m glad that I be on this path I’m on
All them other emcees aint half as strong
We living it all, we living it right
We giving it all, for that real hiphop
One life… one life…
We keep it on