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| This is a song that three of my supremely talented friends really shine on! The idea behind it is this: every day, events take place that have far reaching consequences. People are born, people die, people get married, people divorce, nations declare war, people pray for peace, etc. But, like a road sign in your rear view mirror, even the important events fade away with the passage of time, and life just goes on and on and on and on. And no matter what Ms. Cleo or the pundits on Wall Street say, NOBODY knows what will happen tomorrow. Well... one Person does.
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CD: Ulterior Motive EP
Label: Reserved Records
Credits: produced by rahlo; written by Ms. Tasha, Ryan Officer, Soulheir the Manchild, and Rahlo |
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Lyrics
On and On
Ms. Tasha:
If, verbally I invade your mentality/
and reward you with metaphors stacked on similes/
could I, continually get with you intellectually/
to unleash the truth about one’s spirituality?/
If, the delivery was done skillfully/
would you stop harassing me about being an MC?/
repeatedly I beg to get on, flow when I’m on,/
hold the microphone until the end of the song/
cause when the beat stops the lyrics will keep going/
the word imbedded it seeks (?) time and keep flowing/
pouring like sunshine/catch what comes to mind/
step off the porch embrace the day with rhyme/
my time is purposed/the plan is to shine/
subtract me and meet the Creator of rhyme/
now, on and on and on it goes
and it won’t stop cause the word flows on/
energies kinetic/spoken thru the prophetic/
transport the light until it becomes an epidemic/
sublemic deliveries/transparent mysteries/
walk like an apostle without contingencies/
eventually/time will rest and yours will pass/
today is mine and day will last/
on and an on and on on and on and
it won’t stop cause the word flows on/
energies kinetic/spoken thru the prophetic/
transport the light until it becomes an epidemic/
on and an on and on on and on and it won’t stop
cause the word flows on
ryan:
We walk the hot sands in caravans to foreign lands/
with plans to understand the better man/
when brethren be acting funny like Letterman/
I let em in/lead and proceed like medicine/
we threaten our own kind when we’re blind/
I like to find time to reflect the sunshine/
the only thing I call mine is my name/
when it pours it rains/I’ve lost and gained/
but I somehow always kept it artistic/
represent soul like the Stylistics/
these linguistics are semi-scienctific/
nice and precise but not that specific/
however I flip/Atlantic or Pacific/
I hope your plans are to get with it/
I said it before and I’ma say it again/
the only thing I take with me is my name: Ryan/
placed on this earth and dusty path/
just to give you assistance to the math/
make sure you get down to the square root/
wasted life is like a gun that won’t shoot you nincompoop/
I thought you was a scholar/lose my voice if I holla/
so I scold you like your father/
the potter will mold the clay even if He’s got to sit
it down the day/It goes on and an on and on on it goes/
and nobody knows where its all gonna stop/
but we got hip hop got the microphone stance/
guaranteed to make you dance if you give us a chance/
it goes on and on and on and on/on and on and on on and on
it goes on and on and on and on/on on and on and on on and on
soulheir the manchild:
i'm on time like punctuality well dressed on a first date/
on point like heroine needles that stick you in the worst way/
Add me on like another year on your birthday, words online/
I'm on the tip of your tongue and on the top of your mind/
I'm on the jock of original thought and killin em soft/
I'm on the phone with these record execs that are pissing me off/
My mission, to talk sensibility from here to New York/
And make sure the steps God ordered me are still in the walk/
It goes on and grows strong with every waking moment/
Rats on a running wheel of feeling gain no ground on atonement/
Zone coastin, home hostin vagabonds on paper scrolls/
Got timeless manuscripts etched on the back of my soul/
The world's faceless but still has more looks than totem poles/
Hold my fear by the hand and just thrust it to the quicksand/
Tell tales so tall they need a kickstand/
And everybody looks the same so i can't tell which man is which man/
And this man's too greedy, and this man can't see me/
And that man broke into my house and left with my TV/
So here I am, with a sight so strong that i might be gone/
I'm yelling at the moon because the night's so long/
I write this song with the knowledge that it might go wrong/
but it’s alright cuz life goes on and on and on and on on and on and on on and on/but it’s alright cuz life goes on and on and on
rahlo:
Radiation from a black son penetrates your universe
light from a black star permeates the black dirt
my back hurts—trying to soften up the hard earth
thoughts flirt with disaster/sizing up your worth
birth of a black man means a black death
I’m showing love to my people til I breathe my last breath
yo I rest in the fact that my relevance is felt
like getting stripped of your heat in a beef with black belts
welts from the slave master’s whip still sting
but across this whole land black people still sing
bring flavor like fresh blackberries in the spring
cling to my pipe dream like Martin Luther King
I swing with my cats on 32 tracks
tectonic plates crack when I verbalize facts
got the knack to relax the wild beast like veterinarians
from studying the spiritual like a seminarian
varying realities will beat you black and blue
got you carrying more baggage than Erykah Badu
but if you only knew which reality was true
I wonder which door you would choose to pass thru
the bills past due–it’s ‘bout time to pay the piper
revelation make a man drop a load in his diaper
a writer kicking black thoughts in your neighborhood
not black meaning bad but black meaning good
it goes on and an on and on on it goes
yo, only God knows where it’s all gonna stop
yo I got hip hop and a microphone to blaze
so I rain grenades on parades and charades
that degrade the simple math/and hide the narrow path
leading to the only place that’s immune to the wrath
It goes on and on and, on and on, on on and on and on on and on
it goes on and an on and on on it goes
only God knows where it’s all gonna stop
but I got hip hop and a microphone to blaze
so I rain grenades on parades and charades
that degrade the simple math/and hide the narrow path
leading to the only place that’s immune to the wrath
It goes on and on and, on and on, on on and on and on on and on
It goes. . .
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