Saint Gregory the Great by Greg Enemy Lyrics
[Intro]
[...]
[Verse 1]
Woke up in a crowded room, walls painted powder blue
Feels like heaven, but it's a whole other altitude
Candle in the cage, and I can see it through the cloudy view
We celebrating all the things that we're about to do
Near-sighted, but I'm working on my foresight
Sorry I dozed, been up working for a fortnight
But clairvoyance my excuse to keep it so tight
Both eyes closed, because the future looking so bright
I dropped jewelry, the contrast, the tomfoolery
Still give them something they can groove[cruise?] down the avenues
This eulogy for the shit you hear usually
Probably why a lot of lame dudes got[?] the attitudes[?]
But I be coolin' tho, feeling like a patron saint
Sinnin' like a gentleman, ladies sing Amazing Grace
Every time he enters in, light up all they faces
Think I made my case, you're bearing witness to the greatest
[Hook]
And my momma named me Gregory, Gregory I
Tap dance on yo grave, like I'm Gregory Hines
If you don't cool down the pace, like you Gregory Isaacs
Pull back ya eyelids, peep the ultra-violets
[Interlude]
Now, what we gonna do
Turn the music louder
Make it real smooth
If you don't know the when
You should fall through
Extend the invitation
They can come too
Yeah y'all can come too
Not you
Yeah, you
I'm just bullshittin'
[Verse 2]
Depart from Charles de Gaulle, arrival time at Heathrow
I'm trying to meet some people that will spend a pretty penny
Or sell a kidney just to pay a leg and an arm
And all the bad bitches visualize themselves on his arm
Pardon love, I digress, but that's the shit that I'm on
MacArthur Grant recipient anytime he perform
Or buy some land in Nairobi, for sustainable farm
Sea[?] planet, so whatever happens next is organic[?whole line?]
Young DMC[?] with three sixes, I'm raising hell
Sippping the blood of Christ from the holy grail
Bad[?] vibe[?] pretty[?] with that MTV mic flag
Live telecast from them same dream Spike had
She gotta have it, I cast it like a liveraft
Still a real nigga though, you could say I'm typecast
It's gotta be the shoes, Cordoba[?] leather Brogues[?]
In preparation for my forty acres and a mule
Handle with care, all tales spectacular
Peep the pale elegance, mic air vernicular[?]
Far to the jit[?], I think I'm calling it quits[?whole line, again?]
Not 'til I buy my little brothers all Ferraris[?] and shit
[Hook]
And my daddy named me Gregory, Gregory I
Tapdance across the stage, like I'm Gregory Hines
The whole crowd looks amazed, and hell even I
Be surprised what that nigga do, every time
[...]
[Verse 1]
Woke up in a crowded room, walls painted powder blue
Feels like heaven, but it's a whole other altitude
Candle in the cage, and I can see it through the cloudy view
We celebrating all the things that we're about to do
Near-sighted, but I'm working on my foresight
Sorry I dozed, been up working for a fortnight
But clairvoyance my excuse to keep it so tight
Both eyes closed, because the future looking so bright
I dropped jewelry, the contrast, the tomfoolery
Still give them something they can groove[cruise?] down the avenues
This eulogy for the shit you hear usually
Probably why a lot of lame dudes got[?] the attitudes[?]
But I be coolin' tho, feeling like a patron saint
Sinnin' like a gentleman, ladies sing Amazing Grace
Every time he enters in, light up all they faces
Think I made my case, you're bearing witness to the greatest
[Hook]
And my momma named me Gregory, Gregory I
Tap dance on yo grave, like I'm Gregory Hines
If you don't cool down the pace, like you Gregory Isaacs
Pull back ya eyelids, peep the ultra-violets
[Interlude]
Now, what we gonna do
Turn the music louder
Make it real smooth
If you don't know the when
You should fall through
Extend the invitation
They can come too
Yeah y'all can come too
Not you
Yeah, you
I'm just bullshittin'
[Verse 2]
Depart from Charles de Gaulle, arrival time at Heathrow
I'm trying to meet some people that will spend a pretty penny
Or sell a kidney just to pay a leg and an arm
And all the bad bitches visualize themselves on his arm
Pardon love, I digress, but that's the shit that I'm on
MacArthur Grant recipient anytime he perform
Or buy some land in Nairobi, for sustainable farm
Sea[?] planet, so whatever happens next is organic[?whole line?]
Young DMC[?] with three sixes, I'm raising hell
Sippping the blood of Christ from the holy grail
Bad[?] vibe[?] pretty[?] with that MTV mic flag
Live telecast from them same dream Spike had
She gotta have it, I cast it like a liveraft
Still a real nigga though, you could say I'm typecast
It's gotta be the shoes, Cordoba[?] leather Brogues[?]
In preparation for my forty acres and a mule
Handle with care, all tales spectacular
Peep the pale elegance, mic air vernicular[?]
Far to the jit[?], I think I'm calling it quits[?whole line, again?]
Not 'til I buy my little brothers all Ferraris[?] and shit
[Hook]
And my daddy named me Gregory, Gregory I
Tapdance across the stage, like I'm Gregory Hines
The whole crowd looks amazed, and hell even I
Be surprised what that nigga do, every time