Wheresoe’er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along,
Endless labour to be wrong;
Phrase that Time has flung away,
Uncouth words in disarray:
Trickt in antique ruff and bonnet,
Ode and elegy and sonnet.
Wheresoe’er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along,
Endless labour to be wrong;
Phrase that Time has flung away,
Uncouth words in disarray:
Trickt in antique ruff and bonnet,
Ode and elegy and sonnet.
“Got me on the curb letting traffic pass me by / No questions, I said nothing / Looking for the mutant to be buckin the law / Naw man Gipp show him my shit, close my mouth then I dip / See to me G is a person who understands the plan / Can’t make no moves when you in the hands of the man”
Big Gipp | “Thought Process”