Ain't No Mountain High Enough Lyrics

Marvin Gaye

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This cat named Nick ripped the script, not a bit shook By the quick pot of shit Momma said 'ould cook Brooklyn not where I'm from but when I'm done Y'all be thinkin' that I used to share a bathroom with Satan Yea there's a lot of shit to deal with First I'm shorter than everybody who's hearing This beat in a dark cellar where I'm a dweller emotionally Writing rhymes in rough times, spittin' till my lips get lines Art comes from pain so when you babblin' bout fast crimes In your fine Maybach remind yourself What you spittin' and rhyme or reason Only thing protecting you is blubber from the cold rap season 5'5" and I still can drive I'm 15 but I'm treated like I's born last night Can't babysit my brother - Laws stated by my mother 200 small down but that's a whole nother problem Long hair drapes over my eyelids; Reach into my closet, pull out a custom lid Younger than the other kids; Got a late birthday; Grade 9 finally get to take the subway I'm short so I'm well-grounded and down to earth Try to push me over and physics'll teach you somethin' of worth I'm puttin' my stuff out there Why you hating on me for? I'm so good, I'll take a whiz on Wiz Kalifa Fresh like a cherry tomato - Yes I said tomato; Uniqueness is my motto While you sit around and wallow Like you got mono I'm thinking up a plan that'll get me out'a Toronto Feelin' Dumbfounded, numb drownin', my palm draggin' sandpaper As I'm in class wearin' out my ass Drifting consciousness, the boat's coxy is laissez-faire Like The Odyssey - swirvin' and curvin' in suburban air Centripetal force pulling my head in I wanna rip the course of man in half - society's set in Waiting, debating, maybe contemplating faking the fading of the baking idea Precipitating dreams Hear me enunciating my stressed lignes induce strep throat; It's a shrill blowing wind; I hope you brought a coat If you wanna know, that means you gotta ask Sweep passed the masses and be first class But sometimes I need to breath, sometimes I need to breath Take a step then bleed - tears water the seed Sometimes I need to breath, sometimes I need to breath Look up from the sea - you'll find what you need Walkin' with my crew- Neck not talkin' to nobody Shawty giving me split-sec looks goin' back to her hobby I be spectatin' - my mental state suburban - Look up to the trees hearin' birds lightly chirpin' Life is good, but damn she's a virgin Fuck it, and I just passed The Goose and The Firkin People say I should be workin' Cuz it don't look or feel like it Homeless dude with a dog sidekick Prolly a philosopher finding deeper meaning inside The sensory first person RPG Mind in a higher place As he's mindin' his little space My view pans and gone is the old worn face And the tired hound on the ground not making a sound; As are the streets, my thoughts are loud Bound to shape me or break me As I go back to my mind's soliloquy Could I please have a story to tell? Cuz I legit just go to class then wait for the bell And then I'm straight walkin' home - thoughts present in my dome - But actually nothing inspiring happened on its own But I know that the Lord's got a plan for me Whatever that shall be, we will see; Certainly, my life's a slow movie - Plot's not yet a factor; I'm playin' a mad badass and I'm a method actor First period I'm messin' Next I'm stressin' Like an accent on a vowel By break, my bowels get the best of me And I need a vasectomy fast before third becomes last Sittin' at my desk Fuck school I'm writin' lyrics Wanna be in the game - Armenian in my spirit hear it In my heart and in my brain the same Shocking me to the membrane Making my body go insane I don't want fame But if it's given, "ok" I will gladly embrace it like Moses did the cane As a gat my rhymes click clack and boom bap I'm not half black; I'm full black In the heart that's where I'm at just cuz I rap Yea I got an opportunity But between you and me I'd trade this life of jewelry and foolery Maybe not test out the ghetto But I'd start to rap musically And make contemporary minds melow Text books aside, pick a piece of blank page Close your eyes and watch God and I make magic like a mage... But how can we see? Exactly Faith, God, and I play harmoniously In the black key Been tryna get in the game but the door's black, the bouncer's big, and the door mat's got spikes and a rig, and if you saw that there's a crowd of kids waiting for you to fall flat They say I'm a cartoonist, and when I speak it's like these colors/characters make silence unbleak - so when I swear don't bleep If you'sa hater come seek the truth with me, for that you'll need a lobotomy and a baptism; I think my rapism comes from the world's crap; isn't it whack how these kids in Africa starving? Can seem like the mountain high like Marvin, plus the gays is taking over; the old schoolers wanna steamroll'em Can't make it to heaven; may as well spit happy, roll sevens, work at Seven Eleven Supersize me; I want the heart-attack - you'll feel attacked when I start to rap; this is a warm up, I don't wanna waste rhymes on this silly DJ Premier primetime; don't get my lines? Y'all best press rewind I'm the epitome of badassery, don't need flattery Slap you with my double D battery Where your head at? Hidden in your anal cavity Diss everything you see; your best friend must be gravity Step on me, you'll be up but blown see Cuz mine lines are simple but underlined Unrefined from the mind, and the underlyin' meanin' this time Is that I'm defined like a big bright comet in the sky Coloring the dry black with a shining line Disguised as a plane to those who ain't so wise Size ain't the measurement here; You need to reanalyze When your stack of gold collapses You'll be makin' sighs Bros say I should not follow rap Naturally I fuckin' grabbed a mic and pen, and went all out! But how am I supposed to benefit? When everybody around me is fuckin' ignorant To me critics don't say shit Don't hear criticisms from critics cuz none of them have even heard my word for just a minute But even if they said shit, I wouldn't listen; My beating heart powers this engine When the snow falls and settles down It's like the sky is mirrored by the ground As if that's where the clouds are found With my thoughts I mean to dumbfound Your heavenly crown; Don't blame me, my brain is idea bound When it's rainy My third-eye vision's never hazy; I see clearly Through delirious illusions On the news or in Educational institutions; Kids refined on the assembly line Can't comply with relying on elder people to provide Knowledge to the youth, who should find it on their own time So I say, "steer clear of the queer mirror Held by those with fear In front of your two ears - With crooked fingers and a worn coat Lookin' like an old bloat Being an anchor on your heavenly boat; Break free from the helpless "helpful" The laissez-faire advisors Holdin' a visor over your eyes And a breaker coverin' your thighs From the UV truth and the northward winds; They strip and organize us in Ikea bins Manmade, it's been configured since the 5th grade To get paid, it's like they afraid Ignorant teachers Sit on the bleachers Watchin' a river flow They're stagnant and act like they know What's good in the real world Swirl like a toilet bowl Their future fixed in this jail Life sentence ain't no bail Or probation It's like they're sittin' at a station With Summer vacation But the subway never comes by They caging my creative eye And Nick asks "Why?" There's no reply So I'mma burn down this flimsy school Find the nearest fire exit; take a left when you leave the room; Trip on Ms. Babits Dodge the fallen cabinets Roll over to avoid the stampede and the collapsing Wooden beam from the ceiling; Snap out of the adrenaline; realize what is happenin' What you're not seein' Is school is the monopoly thought police, and they're Nazi-ing" Walkin' down the street; Socks bundled at my feet Adidas on a cloud; ain't no pressure on me Homie from the East side, props as I pass by It'd be a lie if I said Shawty gave me digits to dial But I'm happy like Papi Going places with a smile More solo than Han Solo in denial And the Nile ain't long enough to fit my dreams Plannin' schemes in my room; so it seems I'm sewing seams In the brain - electric current I'm the conductor; Gimme grands of peeps and a symphony, I will not stir Poised monster is what I am - Calmly warning the clan Like light waves on the sand While I'm freakin' out Japan Shure your not gonna work hard and make it Turn back and say "fuck work, too much time it's takin'" I'm on the threshold from going home to going big These Naismith's couldn't hold the jays I'm gonna hit