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Kofi
Donald Byrd
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Great hands, yo what's happenin'?
Mystic up in the house, 'bout to give you a little somethin' new
So uh, open up your mind, relax, kick back
Feel the vibe, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's live fo' sho', so uh, ease back
And I'ma get live for you
(You don't front)
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Oakland in the house, yeah
Feel the connection between yesterday and today
Pulsating through bones
Why deny the vibe flowing through you?
Let it take you home
Giving light for that spiritual healing
'Cause life is hard in cuffs
Snakes all up in the grass wanna take you down and keep you reeling
Where did all the dreams go?
Gone to bloody conquerors everywhere
Mothers' eyes filled with unspeakable tears
Welling to streaming cries
Who dares try?
Capture constant motion
Fluid beauty moving in time with the drum
Can feel it pounding on the brain
Universal vibes so it's all the same
(Ghetto games) Slaves untamed
Resistant to change
Trading cash flow from heaven to amber waves of grain
On Kofi, gliding gently
On Friday, gliding, remember?
Ooh, sendin' out the real
When son comes out to play, no frontin' on the field
Blessin' in the hood, easin' on the mind
When nines are temporarily reclined
On Kofi, on Friday, on Kofi
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Buckshot, who wanna rumble?
Strong like pyramids, they wanna make us crumble
With whips, white sheets, chains and guns
But history's intense, many moons, many suns
(A young world)
Things will only get better
Filling crimson lashes
Receiving as well sounds from ceremonial incisions
Rites of passage
Feet striking earth in celebration
Seizing dirt beneath the giving sky
In tune with cycles, circles, shells, rivers
Bodies blurring, wrapped in (flame music)
Concentrated essence
Fluid in all ways, all days
Sun reaching down
Caressing young warriors and precious queens at play
On Kofi, gliding gently
On Friday, gliding, remember?
Ooh, sendin' out the real
When son comes out to play, no frontin' on the field
Blessin' in the hood, easin' on the mind
When nines are temporarily reclined
On Kofi, on Friday, on Kofi
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(So fine)
Jungle child, concrete jungle
(Ain't no structure built that could tame the mind)
Designs of greatness, heaven built in
Warriors now street soldiers, times done changed
Makes you wonder, still knowin' all the time
They think the world's theirs but the universe is mine
Nine to five PM, ten to five AM
Workin' towards that Friday
Kofi divines a blend
Rhythm, consistent
Feelings, constant (calling)
Recognize the here and there, then and now
Working towards that day (calling)
On Kofi, gliding gently
On Friday, gliding, remember?
Ooh, sendin' out the real
When son comes out to play, no frontin' on the field
Blessin' in the hood, easin' on the mind
When nines are temporarily reclined
On Kofi, Friday, on Kofi
Truth and blood, steer you wrong never
History intense, pain unlimited, joy infinite
Connection natural
Dream time severs all systems
Destruction falls, dreams keep living
Kofi, transitional phase
Between holding and release
One sweet day
I'd like to give a shout-out to the Angel
See you live, see you move in the house, you know
Oakland definitely in the house
West coast in the house, East coast in the house
Universe in the house, worldwide
That's how we do
The Jazzmaster Donald Byrd
I'd also like to send a shout-out to Keith Thompson
Yeah, you in the house doin' it like that
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