Tekst:
Gift Of Gab The Up

not right, man. I guess the street life had other plans, but I'm gonna see you in a minute doe. Sincerely, Uncle Tim, Gift of Gab, Supreme Lyrical. [

for your head, it's gonna erupt, I'm blowing up And popping this, it's cool I be the judge and jury With the Johnny Cochran savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up

2] Findin' out my way somehow Heard those sounds up in the sky Tryin' to find a way up out/about Darkness will not be my guide [Gift of Gab] It's been

[Gift of Gab] Check it out... Gift of Gab... Fourth Dimensional Rocketships, Goin' Up To the ink on the paper from the top of the brain Ghetto youth

at shit, I'm a heretic But I'll never give you none of it Tied up in the back of the lab, laid on the slab Got the gift of gab What'cha want from me?

lot look like these niggaz like to ride too They didn't win but I must admit they tried to Look like we talked up, when we walked up And when we walked

m at home alone With some Mcolly Caulken shit, so be it Little man had a plan, followed through with it But moms was so inconsiderate, illiterate, nope I read the dictionary daily, gift of gab

Whatever u want Whatever you need Anytime you want it Girl just get up on it Whatever u want Whatever you need Anytime you want it Girl just get up on

life Positive to comply, don't screw up facin' that crowd Progress, don't fall back, we can't have that I'll hold your hand, black, we can't wind up