"Isis" genre: Hip Hop
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	A mellow, chill track about the lady of love and kicking it, E style.
	CD: not on one yet (Brand Spanking new)   Label: Atomic Lawn / Hobadaba music Credits: MARQ-E (Mash) and Bruce Holms
	Story Behind the Song Heard the beat, grabbed a pen and wrote down the lyrics in 15 minutes. Headed to Bruces studio, laid down the track in about 20 minutes and he mixed it then added the breaks and a few little things here and there. Presto, magic. It's a song about getting to the good life and raising up your cup for love and love lost to the homies that were there for you through it all and know what you went through. Lyrics It seems like yesterday, all fades away Bomb tracks we laid, made wet jeans for DJ’s Sending chills down vertebrae, chipping thick cuts and Chardonnay Slipping fine tones to thick bass, damn if those weren’t the days Hands raised and shake pants on thins waists that give chase This grace, I’ve been placed, as the deffest, MC in the whole place Don’t waste no time don’t find me (stood) up in lines Dining’s fine with wine, baby you’re mine and I’m-a Meet ya here at nine, take you back to my – phat Crystal hillside, pad in candle lights, And dim Sylvania whites “Tight” Let the music play, Marvin Gaye Heat wave, Sade, (grooves) on the CD Tray Take it away, cool breeze, trees, kicked up like Pele’ Do you feel me? Let’s just kick it….. In the warm suds….. By the dropped sun…. Under the raised moon…. Sipping cold bubbly, by the tele…… And you can tell me… That this is for the homies. Verse 2 I’d say, no fibs, my crib’s been all tabs and ribs Dripped in sauces while I sip and toss this To my kids, bids of Benjamin’s under locked lids While I lounge down in my garden surrounded by roses and orchids Come and sport this, new trix, I stretched this (shit) like elastics And I stressed it, while I passed it, Let the lease run on the casket, don’t bust a gasket I raised and massed it, Fast, last (blasted) and cashed it Hashed and re-hashed it, re-fashioned, I Mark Mashed it Made something new that would last it First time I crashed it for you dumb asses and fat bastards But now I’ll be back like Cashcious Coming out stronger and much faster, cleaning up that last disaster Baby it ain’t me so we can be, Set nicely in Heavens rafters, with much laughter Just you and this white rapper We can grow old, fat and feeble, and share clappers Rock on the porch and take naps and tell knee slappers Verse 3 Last time I checked, I checked out like 12 steps I crept in to get swept in 3 Please, Just my breath on the back of your nibbled and beautiful neck, gets it wet Placed my bet before we left that you and I would get, “Quiet on the set” Just a kiss or squeeze and baby just let… Me dribble down to half court, sort, while I like and kiss – This is my first wish; this bliss sets to accompany my accomplice Slipped in while I whisper, “Damn baby it’s good” And I skip-step walking through the neighborhood Everyone like “Damn look at that hood, getting it good” Wishing they could, saying they would… Be ruling the world, if they could have my girl… While all the while I stood – Right there, up to know good Now I’m gonna make it up I’m –a- make it understood This is for the homies.

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