EVERYTHANG WORKIN ON A NATURAL TIME

Lyrics for EVERYTHANG WORKIN ON A NATURAL TIME

I, I would say even more, uh, shockingly African-American music is somehow Allowing its distance to slip away from them I mean, yeah, it used to be when I was a kid The whole - everybody in the neighborhood was somehow into this music They all knew who Miles was They all knew something about Charlie Parker or J.J. Johnson Well today, we're into another era, young people are rapping, hip-hop I've got nothing against that It's just that there's a reason for that, partly, it's economic When I was a kid you could buy a saxophone for $500 And today it costs a person $5000 to buy a saxophone So quitе naturally, young kids The young culture of today are rapping Instead of blowing their horns or playing pianos Or some other instrument Because the possibility of acquiring those instruments Acquiring music lessons, has become much more remote I need the whips with the dun The truck got a rifle hanging off it like a keychain, fuck with me not Slumped over in the passenger seat, we getting spiritual Phone home, you not from these parts Down south, we was moving on a time that was natural Militants on stage, they rocking bald fades Shawty bad, yeah she gonna let that thing hang Use caution, niggas gunning at close range Stand on it, write a plan on it, 49 times a day, fell for it The sound from the speaker got the whole block coming out Tech shift to a sickening thud Double specs in my glass, there was specs in my blood The respect that you passing on me, nothing to hide Saw you niggas coming cozy now that numbers is up I'm all for the rut, really I ain't fucking with bruh Saw your teeth, get 'em punched The cells start to rust to reflect what is up The heart just blush, we expected a dub Run back time, we invested in love Sweetness, will you ever heal from the hurt I don't entertain 'em like niggas asking for hugs You disgust me, like all the niggas I run with The curtains gets clenched like the fist on a hair pick Done and done, the unsung one, dawn to dust Gotta crate full of bones from the ties we cut Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on