Lateef And Born Balcony Beach Lyrics

Balcony Beach Lyrics

LATEEF: I just / jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler / let the 

water wash over my soul from thinker to toe / take a leak and then I lean 

over the sink brushing the teeth / and now I'm in full swing of the morning 

ritual / mumbling the whole rhyme and re rehearsing my lines / hummin' 

tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready / steady as a photo through 

the course of time / then I pick out a fit of the proper design / I'm 

dipped fresh like pine yall / that's just in case I get any vaginal / 

action in the place / gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the 

flavor / I double check and make sure the family got the date / the where, 

when, and how, everthing checked out / super-tight within the SoleSides 

circle of power / but now, where the fuck is X? / he's supposed ta had been 

here an hour ago / shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though / take a 

moment out and give praise and thanks / and I'm thinking 'bout how the 

Quannum gone have the shit crankin' / in a minute no gimmicks, just hyped 

from the start to finish / wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin' 

up. / 1st Chorus: LATEEF AND THE GIFT OF GAB: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 

yeah hella times /THE GIFT OF GAB: I went to sleep last night watching 

showtime at the Apollo /like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching 

the stockings / go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads / 

although it wasn't Xmas stockings it was microphones instead /above my 

headrest. / Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff 

/ just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was 

ex-cellent, definately we'll bless this, / venue tonight allright, I gotta 

get hyped, midnight is when we go on... / go through my lines a couple of 

times / just to make sure they're sounding tight. / Had some clothes to 

wash, I threw 'um in the washing cycle / blew my nose and flossed and 

brushed. / Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed / I'm on some 

NFL sike shit, they'll bear witness. / I'm leaving sound check a mess at 

six, I give a call to X, / "man let's get to rounding up the
caravan." / 

It's a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn / is blowin Lyrics 

Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief / and we about to strike 

tonight, shine like litebrights, / quite the hype type, Quannum is that 

abominable shit you like / your listening pleasure / I hope they treasure / 

the endeavor / like something they never / saw or will ever / see together 

/ that was so clever and write me letters / sayin' their head hurts / from 

the pressure / on their mental, although they felt as though they left a 

better person! 2nd Chorus: LATEEF, THE GIFT OF GAB AND LYRICS BORN: more 

and more yeahs and stuff like that / LYRICS BORN: Oh if you only knew how 

it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, / In the brown 

Jetta, / Due for the sound check soon, / Townsend had fell through, DNA 

Lounge? / Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, / Whose gonna 

coordinate reordering the parts, / When the SoleSides guys bogart the 

stage, / They got no regard, / The place is torn apart! / That's the 

mindset going over the bridge, / Average speed we did was about 

seven-fifth, / We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through 

the cockpit, / We're ready for soundcheck--or the gig, / Whichever begins 

first it doesn't matter, / Dinner is dessert, and hors d'oveures , and it 

serves amateurs, / And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, / And we've 

huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, / X cues the records and 

a couple heavy mettlers set up, / Three bottles of effervescent beverages, 

/ And the end is eminent and Quannum's in the house, / We 'bout to give 

you muthafuckas hemorrhages.