A Girl We Called Flower (feat. Plante & Chrisfrgeo) - The Violet Greenhouse

I'm gonna play you like an instrument Listen close to the beat of the drums Light you up like a cigarette, inhale the smell of your perfume Let me play you till you go insane Listen close to the beat of your heart I can't wait to feel you close again, dancing in the dark I wanna love you like a girl I never loved before I give you all the love, I never gave someone before Never gave someone before Let's suppose that you were able every night to dream Any dream you wanted to dream And that you could for example have the power Within one night to dream 75 years of time Every kind of pleasure And after several nights of 75 years total pleasure each You would say Wooah, that was pretty great, but now, let's have a surprise I wanna love you like a girl I never loved before I give you all the love, I never gave someone before Never gave someone before Let's have a dream which isn't under control Where something is gonna happen to me That I don't know what it's going to be Then you would get more and more adventure And you would make further and further Outgambles as to what you would dream And finally you would dream where you are now You would dream the dream of living The life that you are actually living today You are actually living today

There was a moon out in space But a cloud drifted over its face You kissed me and went on your way The night we called it a day I heard the song of the spheres Like a minor lament in my ears I hadn't the heart left to pray The night we called it a day Soft through the dark The hoot of an owl in the sky Sad though his song No bluer was he than I The moon went down stars were gone But the sun didn't rise with the dawn There wasn't a thing left to say The night we called it a day Soft through the dark The hoot of an owl in the sky Sad though his song No bluer was he than I The moon went down stars were gone But the sun didn't rise with the dawn There wasn't a thing left to say The night we called it a day

We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass, 'cause the prose is profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda or your Beamer or your Legend or your Benz The rave of the town to your foes and your friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand-new twist A brand new twist with the homie-alistic So low-key that ya probably missed it And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd When the guy takes the beat, they bowed So raise up squire, adjust your attire We have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool-out breed Then cool out to the music 'cause it makes ya feel serene With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head 'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz Competition, them Phifer come sideway But competition, they mus' come straightway Competition, them Phifer come sideway But competition, they mus' come straightway How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again Althrough the years my mic has been my best friend I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it? Some even wanna diss me, but why sweat it? I'm all into my music 'cause it's how I make papes Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mixtapes Me sweat another? I do my own thing Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing, and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock But The Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear Stop look and listen, but please don't stare So jet to the store, and buy the LP On Jive or RCA, cassettes and CD's Produced and arranged by the four-man crew And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot 'Cause where I come from, quality is job one And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you Ayo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut Back and forth just like a Cameo song If you dig this joint then please come dance along To the music 'cause it's done just for the rhyme Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass 'Cause the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizazz It's the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground And the ones six below, ya didn't have to go Some say that I'm a sinner 'cause I once had an orgy And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask "Whas-whas-what" check it out All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop That includes the Bronx an' Harlem, ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop And to the JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop Everybody in the place, ya don't stop Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop And last but not least on the sure shot It's the Zulu nation

You're a cold day in August You're a stream too shallow You're a heart shaped box with no letter inside You're a seed unplanted You're a field run fallow Your heart's used up You're feeling cast aside I'm sorry that I left so soon I left you standing at the gallows You were all strung out The hangman waiting for the sign Come see me at the greenhouse In the back yard Come see me at the oak tree With our names carved in the bark Come see me at the train tracks Bring some pennies for old time's sake Even though I'm gone There's some memories that you need to take, with you Now you're working up the courage Just to walk yourself through that doorway A big world outside You're afraid of what you'll find Now you're leaning on friends Finding comfort and laughter You're patching up your heart You're finding some piece of mind I'm sorry that I left so soon You're stepping down from the gallows You were all strung up The hangman waiting for a sign So come see me at the greenhouse In the back yard Come see me at the oak tree With our names carved in the bark Come see me at the train tracks Bring some pennies for old time's sake Even though I'm gone There's some memories that you need to take, with you You found a new lover You went and got yourself married You're doing all the things we never got to do You had yourself a baby she's beautiful and happy Oh lord how I wish I could have given that to you But I left you too soon I was standing at the gallows I was all strung up I gave the hangman the sign You don't need me in the greenhouse In the backyard Down at the oak tree With our names carved in the bark Don't make it to the train tracks Bringing pennies for old times sake New memories that you need to make It's time for me to fade away I'm going home Ohh...