Kollage

Artist: Bahamadia Album: Kollage Song: I Confess Verse One: Word life boo, I checked you flexin wit' cha crew lookin sweet enough to chew wit them saint eyes like tha brew, roughneck mannerism, fly disposition, ya live like channel sparkin' like mad-

I got it hemmed - mad methods to microphone mechanism from inner city curriculm to cuttin edge for headz like circumcisions in yah mental zone I'm sly-er than Stallone basic instincts like Sharon Stone pockets Puffy-er than Combs caliber narrated rat

(First verse) Salutes 2 action be tha latest enter-ree 4 illadel colonies da get da cream like cherry jubalee - my steeze put cha at ease like methamphetamines or like Tony Shakks "fan-na-cees" about his wallabess slice fit-een yo meen Big East

[VERSE 1] LANDSCAPIN MENTALLY SHAPIN' LOOKIN AT MY GUCCI IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME REPRESENT MY PEOPLES ON THE ILL-A-DEL SIDE LIVE LIKE MY 93 SH*T FUNK VIBE I USED IMAGINATION LIKE HANSOUL MASTER LIKE VIC WITH THE OFF BEAT FLOW A LADY LIKE B IN STER-RE-ER