[Intro: Amiri Gamble]
Yo, Makeba, we gotta keep it moving, yo
Knawimean? You know, cats flying
Acting like they ain't hearing what you doing, youknowimean
What you seeing, they want you to be on some old
This and that, but you knowimean, you gotta do it your way, yo
So, I ain't gonna speak no more, yo
Just let 'em know what time it is
[Makeba Mooncycle]
I'm blinded, slipping into darkness, wanted to know
Where you heart is, is this the Goddess
Offer protectiong, put answers, to your questions
Feeling my way is just an expression of me
It's just like my son, just like my seed
Taking what's mine, is this a form of greed?
Or is it just a form of my necessity
I'm fearsome, with a little bit of scandalism
And I can care less about the criticism
I'm more constructive, no tape and reflect
The future will bring the destruction of the projects
Feeling my way, makes you, other than yourself
Still insecure with your status and your wealth
Opinion set me free, I don't have to front
I can just be peak, how many times do I have to write to be nice
And how many times must my heart pay the price
Not the one to be too soft spoken, already broken
Not the one to be all struck, you shit out of luck
Might be known for chin checking, I might reckon
You have thoughts of platinum, I have thoughts of solds
Reaching within, so what's your utlimate goal
To be the pedestal or the statue
To be the one who stares or the one who gets at you?
I'm just...
[Chorus 4X: sample]
Feeling my way, I'm just, feeling my way
[Makeba Mooncycle]
Feeling my way is just an opportune
Time for me to chill, sit around in a cypher with my peeps
And just build, complete with emotion, mad affection
Not knowing when to stopping and what direction
Some get mad at this immaculate conception
And some get happy because of my ultimate perfection
I stay humble and say, I'm still climbing
But on my way there, I'm still shining
Like the brightest star, showing the truth to a
Corrupt child like the prime of his youth
Yo, Makeba Mooncycle, a self portrait
Of love surrounded by hate, in a peach orchid
No understanding of me, or my plot
But I'mma give honor, some might say it's alot
Oh I forgot to say, you must keep it real
Hiding behind fake face with no deal
Never 'bout sex, it's always about protects
I confess, never sleep or take a rest
Get the message, I profes to be the best
While you remain clones of the unnatural
I keep in my way, which makes me the factual
I structure my rhymes, it makes me the tactical
Not caught up at all, I'm just practical
You will sit and plot on how to take me down
Wondering why, and shit, we hate her now
I speak thy though, my way, my proof
I close my eyes, now open, poof
[Outro: Amiri Gamble]
Yo, that's all I ask from you, yo
Is you be you, and we keep this going, yo
Let's be out of here, we said enough...
