Don't Make Promises - Gang Starr x Dj Premier Type Beat "Heaven"

 DON’T MAKE PROMISES

Gang Starr x Dj Premier Type Beat "Heaven"

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Don't make promises you can't keep 

or keep ears with brains connected at least an arms reach

 for even words without having been a stain 

on paper contain information that can resonate

in dreams and  can be savored 

repeatedly unknowingly lingering inside a person with a name...

or could  it be... exactly whos in front of me the same

framed mirror stained with shame pride and spit from years of lame e

xcuses pain and eye to eye moments blissful tidbits deeply fixed

 or am I just a narcissist forget the truth I'll plead the fifth 

cuz lalala I pinky promise this

 cross my fingers I hope my heart doesnt die if you refuse 

to risk this you get the jist

Freedumass of Speech

FREEDUMBASS OF SPEECH
its all bout communication
choose the right words per each occassion
gotta put some effort into conversations
even one word can ruin good relations
so don't talk shop when you're talking to the doc
and.that slang you got best be kept between your lot
when u curse around the kids all your other words useless cause your credit get aquitted when if you ain't got etiquette
when you accent that its becomes another fact
so keep your tone in check so your attitude reflect
enlisting emphasis can convey more than words say but your eyes the truest signs to indicate what's real and fake try lying asking why and what and where and for replies gotta recognize respect and when inquiries cross the line if you ain't FBI don't be prying in their lives gonna get up in a bind if you don't know TMI
kindness and honesty be kinda hard to find expect less than accurate not everybody wise
if its German jargon gibberish you risk confusing your audience use English lose the wit cause your points won't ever hit
 if we wanna understand each other words a common way but when it helps to intonate to clarify the things you say
you must anunciate so your listeners can get it straight cause you may be speaking strange if you ain't from the same range watch your idioms cause they be difficult to translate dialects represent where you from and there are tons if all your getting back is huh? IT don't mean that they are dumb
if you try a foreign language you can surly sound insane but without effort to connect us we all strangers in the brain be polite use a little care in your declares once you put it in the air you can't retract the smack you share its difficult to undo the diss you spit so bite your tongue if your impaired of your face may get a fist
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GCS

 GCS

GCS, Gregory Charles Schultz

my lover brother one and only best friend and impulse

 hes my dance partner prancer and my confidant

Speeding up my heart rate like a catapult

Just a little touch can make me quiver quite a bunch

Attached at the hip, hes geech, im bandit but he banned that shit

he laid so many tiles that ill be doing grout till Im out

Indulged so much me we bonded enough for an assault

Flipping notebook pages over tickled backs shoulder cats

The Tees were Traded tags tacked now his walls need plastered back

Connected when apart cause shes his half hes her facts

The whole worlds trying to figure out whats in their act

The bowl's packed his calves are firm we react standing back

Talking about the weak weakened or the weekend, brass tax

G&A all good still alive as we should

My baby boy Greg Schultz has my love that’s understood

We’ve jumped fences beat feet miles just to kick it in the woods

No biting for amanda she ask greg to smile please he shares teeth, pens in all these different colors

Minutes pass and hours last together greg commands she shut her trap

she wanna listen but theres always something that she wanna ask

his Patience always tested, back and forth confessions

hes a gift hes a present hes the past and future lessons

Geech the teacher at the school of equal love, a man does gregulate it

So its always fucking tough but do we really wanna graduate it?

in class drafting contracts passing notes letters paragraphs

On E fillin up which station? Min or his? Cigs is all we’re getting anyways so gas is his

He can read my breathing know exactly when i get ticked,

Passes me a squiggie I say he is pretty fantastic

He's the greatest listener and also the most crafty strange brain

Criminally insane how close we have gotten in our days,

nights endlessly connecting right into regret again

He keeps his distance but he always stays in close ranges,

my angel man greg vigilantly he observates me

getting ready sleeping washing me through the cracks of his eden

in the closet? Nah, but we get frisky not at all

I tell him one day everything will be OK and say

I love you greg wont you please come out and play