Globetrottin (feat. Masego, Shad & Rozwell) - J.PERIOD & Q-Tip

I know you wanna be here But I gotta go Sad, I know Go and pack ya clothes When the phone rings, I leave Can't leave you alone Memory leaves Leaves fall, autumn, it reminds me Pick up games on the concrete Kids outside, you would find me Late night jams, we were zombies Nowadays, airplane is my playground Saturdays, we play in a new town My friends musicians and creatives Here one day, then go to new places I know you wanna be here But I gotta go Sad, I know Go and pack ya clothes 'Cause when the phone rings, I leave Can't leave you alone Memory leaves I been on the road for weeks Please I just wanna go to sleep Dream Think about a load of things Breathe See it for a whole new way Preach Pardon, but this garden My new focus Hey, ask me what new things I'm growing Ask me about my team, and uhh Who is potent Ask me for who made the beat And who wrote it I care for the lesser man The one without social presence Man With that woman Tryin' get ahead without giving head To the producer man Yeah, I heard the story It was stupid man Like If you make beats, you should fly free If you play instrument, you king If you rap, sing, you kin to me If you pass me with thumb, that's green I know you wanna be here But I gotta go Sad, I know Go and pack ya clothes 'Cause when the phone rings, I leave Can't leave you alone Memory leaves I know you wanna be here But I gotta go Sad, I know Go and pack ya clothes When the phone rings, I leave Can't leave you alone Memory leaves I know you wanna be here But I gotta go Sad, I know Go and pack ya clothes 'Cause when the phone rings, I leave Can't leave you alone (eh) Memory leaves I know you wanna be here But I gotta go Sad, I know Go and pack ya clothes When the phone rings, I leave Can't leave you alone (no, I can't) Memory leaves I know you wanna be here But I gotta go (gotta go) Sad, I know (sad, I know) Go and pack ya clothes (go, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh) When the phone rings, I leave (gotta leave) Can't leave you alone (eh) Memory leaves

Love me My sweet and chocolate lovey I miss the way you love me, babe Just love me like the 90s Oh babe You put your dreams to side (Dreams to the side) Just come along if you wanna be with me For the ride (Me for the ride) I don't wanna be the one to tell ya how to be in the night You can be who you like You can do what you like Babe It's up to you to decide Can you love me? Black love I call for you I need black love You're all I knew In my adolescence Past and present All of the movies All of the records It's in my spirit My soul I feel it It's one line that stuck with me It said you can be in love But how can you stay in love? Tell me how to stay in love? I love the movies I love the songs I love the words I love your gown But don't let these sweet nothings mean nothing I miss the way you love me (Love me, love me, love) My sweet and chocolate lovey (Love me, love me, love) I miss the way you love me (Love me, love me, love me) Just love me like the 90s (Just love me like the 90s babe) Black love I call for you (Love me, love me, love) Black love I call for you I need black love I call for you (Love me, love me, love) Just love me like the 90s I know you love me Kisses so sweet babe You love me Kisses so sweet babe I must be dreamin' Speak like you mean it I must be dreamin' Dreamin' Dreamin' (Mmmmmm)

Uh, check it out now Uh, no doubt now Uh, yo, check it out now Uh, no doubt, yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish bliss could never take flight Sittin' back with this mic in my hand Spittin' hot shit tryin' to see grand Imprinted on my mind every minute Make my plans and you always in it, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing And even though we both fly Give each other space and not the evil eye Actin' like grown-ups Don't even try to hide 'cause the spot blown up Girlfriend tellin' you she wanna see I say, "I don't know" but you say, "Gladly" And when we both do hemp We go on and on and on and on and on and Sweeter than Ben & Jerry Can I rhyme? Well, you know I gets mine Sittin' round in my abstract part This abstract thing doin' abstract parts, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing (Look at you) check it, yo, (look at me) check it, huh (Look at you) yo, check it, (look at me) uhh, yo Yo, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing (Look at you) yo check it, yo, (look at me) check it (Look at you) yo, (look at me), yo, yo, yo Yo, such a vivrant thing Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh Gettin' back to my MC status All the willy that I kick make the other niggas mad as Movin' to your town and situation Shorty thought she subtle, but she really was blatant when she Shook her thing and violated Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated I'm sayin', "Yo, is this some heartfelt shit in here" Am I a strongman nigga well, shit, yeah Plus we can hold a convo Or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo Just wanna see you by my side We on 95, know the stash is in the ride A rappin' nigga for real You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big grate You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh, uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little thing Uh, uh, yeah It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Yeah, it's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, yeah Uh, it's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Vivrant thing, ah, out, yo, uh, uh Yah

My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this So raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with Emmy Is well to propel with the spirit of the mic Even if you have one person with you when it's hard That makes it easy, celebrate them let know just who they are Because of these experiences, I have some control On the microphone and roll elevating to the stars Her's a demonstration, with the excellence Reverse the pandemic that's filled with pestilence Who has his finger on the post of the b-boy Serving fees with the stream of a deep boy Who's well connected, you must respect it I'm dippin' with the spirits mentioned on this record Hopefully this serves as motivation The never sayin' docon-sensation Put my stamp on it, the mic clamps on it Mama I know let me put little thamp on it Blade running through the day of agility Staying gunning make way for possibilities It's the capital Q, rap it'll do What I want it to, it's like taming a shrew Living life experiencing proportions Knowing better, I've experienced distortions And through the in and outs, of life's revolving doors I'mma see that, I'm still getting more Yeah, I'm comin' in, I'm gonna see my friend To the top floor, seems it never ends Heaven never ends, yeah, it never ends It be goin' on, it's phenomenon, like a new born Or a Stevie song, it be going on Do ya fell it, do ya feel it, do ya feel it? Do ya feel it, do ya feel it Snare drum goes My brother Shaka would have wanted me to say this to y'all Don't lose sight y'all without giving a fight I'm channeling well and Irvine, Mr. clean He would have wanted me to say what I mean And mean get it right Dilla having you in my past has been a blast You've inspired so many and forever will you last And to my father yo your spirit is draping me Never escapin' me, I'm happy that I had you in my past Let's go (Let's go) Let's go (Let's go) Let's go (Let's go)

I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any So, what's the deal? You frontin'? Keep it real Do you wanna get funky with me? If you think I got something that you want Suga, nothin' here comes for free I been around this way, got lost and found Lemme see if you remember my name You can try to get it but I can't let you hit it 'Cause you never gon' be the same [Chorus (q-tip)] I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say She want the B O X a chocolate everyday So what's the deal? Are you sportin' some wheels Or are you ridin' in a limousine? This ain't prom night and I don't wanna fight So you better get your dirty clean I hear your words goin' up and down your skirt You're gonna get a chance to prove it You best believe if you wanna get with me It takes a real woman to do it I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say She want the B O X a chocolate everyday So what's the deal? Are you gay or poppin' pills? Why you still wanna take my hand? This discotheque is 'bout to make me a wreck My feet are singin' louder than the band I see you got the feelin' Flashin' lights up on the ceiling Say you gotta get your weekend now What difference does it make? You know you can't make chocolate cake If ain't nobody ever showed you how I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say? I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way And I ain't got no time to waste If she ain't makin' bank and scared of What a brother got to say? She want the B O X a chocolate everyday I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any I got a box a chocolates That'll rock the socks of any Girl, that wanna come my way

The, the, the, the hit man His power is so great That's for real Ain't about a whole lotta talk It's, it's, it's about, about, it's, it's about a-a-action, can you dig it? He got the eye and the heart to do it, yeah From the roof with a scope, there's a whole art to it Ain't no emotion when he pulls the trigger Brief second of silence, then you see what he do to niggas Pistols, rifles, grenades, whatever He's a killin' machine, bought and paid for and clever And way iller than the last nigga Smoke a nigga in the club then dance right past niggas Once in a while, there'll be one who'll stand out Who's more than psycho, who'll take any man out With a certain passion for sendin' bullets blastin' A certain fashion to the way this nigga wax 'em And this assassin gets mad satisfaction From puttin' all this worthless scum out of action A sense of pride in his skill Looks in the mirror and salutes before he rides for the kill You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Or do it lawn mower style, rrt You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa Buckin' at niggas wigs while he's puffin' on cigs Lay him down, then he bounce out of town to another gig It ain't nothin', he don't need many friends Funded different type of weapons, he got plenty of them If you pass him on the street or see him in his spot He's always calm, cool, collected, very rarely is he not Hit man, with ice in his veins Does the job so precise they up the price with his name Shadowy figure, never too loose with the lip Forty-four long in his coat, deuce-deuce on his hip Baby nine in his boots and his trunk is full This nigga's on some shit and can't be fucked with, fool In the grimy world of highly-paid hustlers First they get goons to muscle ya, then get him to touch ya You wouldn't wanna get in his way, nor his associates Or a tombstone bearin' your name will be appropriate You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Or do it lawn mower style, rrt You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa