Thick & Thin (feat. Cazeaux O.S.L.O.)

This one for the homies and the homies of my homies' homies

Bless up for holding it down, hanging around

When I see you at the spot say, what up, give me a pound

Sip something, bliss something, never trade your crown

This one for the homies and the homies of my homies' homies

Bless her for holding it down, hanging around

When I see you at the spot say, what up, give me a pound

Sip something, bliss something, never trade your crown

Blessed be, it's best to see

Homies are lining on the block like X-Men on your TV

Mexican recipe allegedly

When we at peace it's best just to let us be

The last record that you ever hear forever clear

So long as we together we forever near

Thoughts connected to the place that we come from

The sound of a lone drum, the color of a low sun

My heart breaks to breaks then breaks beats

My lady say it's tight, my fellas say it's unique

It's something to hold close like the food you eat

Or a lover in your sleep or a brother laying down the streets

Is it Warhol or war hell?

The funk that punctuates slam dunks and rattle trunks

My posse five deep passing half a blunt

Remain in the meditating hand of the same punk

It's quite strange but we all in the same gang

Used to be slave ships, now it's just spaceships

The scene switch but the intent define

Whether our flight is outside or beyond the enemy lines

But the energy is fine for now

It's all milk, honey, lime, and wine for now

Posers well out of pole position

The soul's emission another tape in the deck

We just post and listen

This one for the homies and the homies of my homies' homies

Bless up for holding it down, hanging around

When I see you at the spot say, what up, give me a pound

Sip something, bliss something, never trade your crown

This one for the homies and the homies of my homies' homies

Bless up for holding it down, hanging around

When I see you at the spot say, what up, give me a pound

Sip something, bliss something, never trade your crown

Pick up Tony, never leave the rest lonely

Never analyze when we fantasize 'bout the one and only

Those represented and defending independence

Sinners in it for the thick and thin

And now we winning eating dinners

You say grace for waiting with us, it's all love

Living within the minutes, roll thick as a Guinness mug

In us was the past now we way past the minister

Ministry of Sound say we way past sinister

Something like bird but simpler

Knights of the round  with the glow now

Brick buildings get blown down

A whole dimension puffed out minus the sound

For the track, you are where you at

It's like a B movie called Man with the Rap

The crew got his back B tapes in a stash

Thick Betty Boop lash, we don't clash just clap

Not a knack, that's a fact, 'cause we are where we at

This one for the homies and the homies of my homies' homies

Bless up for holding it down, hanging around

When I see you at the spot say, what up, give me a pound

Sip something, bliss something, never trade your crown

This one for the homies and the homies of my homies' homies

Bless up for holding it down, hanging around

When I see you at the spot say, what up, give me a pound

Sip something, bliss something, never trade your crown

Now, uh, for the homies' homies

Thick and thin with my homies' homies

Fuck, for the real homies, for the real homies

The ones who really know me

Now, this one for the homies and my homies' homies

My homies' homies, for my homies' homies

For my homies' homies, for my homies