staHHr-RESPECT DUE: WHATEVA MAN

Number 11 in the Respect Due series. Salute to my reason for rhyming, Redman. Directed by Nick Burnz (Black Algebra Multimedia) Lyrics: To be specific Anybody could get it Bite the bullet I spit it Split it middle the digit Fiddle and fidget Forget it T for terrific I’m gifted in language arts — Napoleon Bonaparte You coming up short Cohorts with wizards and witches Scholars, sages and sisters that burn it down til it embers Do you Remember, take it back to placenta Now find your center You in the womb- why did you enter? What were you sent for? Choose your adventure Life comes at you fast, like a ball of burning gas Karma from the past cause us to cross paths Still A star by any other name, set the world aflame This energy can’t be contained like a potent strain She Haley’s Comet once in a lifetime Your lifeline Arrived at just the right time catch me while you can motherfucker Or suffer- the consequences No coincidences this was supposed to happen Minu