The Harvest by Rome Cee, Greenspan Lyrics
Enjoying the success of my winning
I'm blessed, I'm living
There was this WRINKLE in time and now they PRESSED like linen
With pressed grapes in the wine cellar that's older than my Great-Grandma
Before I ever blew up like a landmine
Don't ever argue with a plan that's divine
When a a Man's Mind that's Magic Makes it Manifest through the rhyming to Mad Matter
That's Makeshift, take shit to the upper-echelon on them
Already in my bloodline, etched in me all along
XO, Remy and Dom Perignon, that was so cliche
That was yesterday and I changed my mind
Cause who are we to say: put that away
Now the cup be full at all times
I'm so full of myself
I could have caught that bullet on the grind
And I'm so proud to let you know it, I sound like a broken record
But I'm a poet and I'm devoted to this
So I know the second that I ever let it go, I'd be in the streets going reckless
But in health, wealth, blessed by the best and could go for seconds at the dinner table
Winner's circle, my niggers on the label
The real thing this time when I rhyme, ain't no nigga fable, nah
Cause when a nigga say you down, just when you up, you up
So I rose like a phoenix out the ash on them like "What the fuck?"
Mash on them, they tuck they're guts in further cause success sucks
The nerve of these niggers, they think they can serve us with no nuts
That's like bad service when you flying on an airplane
Out-manned and in a player's range , that ain't a fair exchange
Time to enjoy the fruits of the harvest
For everything we've been the through
Taking in all this like in August, September or October
Be the season, It's the fall of Rome, Growing of the Green
And we ain't leaving (2x)
Sharecrop rhyming like
Green need perfect timing like Designer Mike
No wholesale given, so get your timing right
My season come, Gentleman's Quarterly
Well conducted like an orchestra required
Behavior, so act accordingly
I'm forward see, my best foot come right after the other one
And both of them is fresh foots, designer kicks up under them
My father is original, straight send you to the store for fugs
And his partner still lending cash, don'y blow your loan on buying drugs
Hope you got a plan to bring it back and get your debt to clear
Or otherwise, I hear a pound of loud will get you out of here
I put you D, so wisely choose
Cause we ain't in the game to lose
It's B-a-l-t, I'm more slicker than whatever rival crews
Money make the world go round, my lyrics make the vinyl spin
Let's come up on a bag of cash, I break it with my closest friends
Hold the mic upon my right and count the crew upon my left
I paid the cost to be that young nigga that deserve your respect
I'm Green!
Time to enjoy the fruits of the harvest
For everything we've been the through
Taking in all this like in August, September or October
Be the season, It's the fall of Rome, Growing of the Green
And we ain't leaving (2x)
I'm blessed, I'm living
There was this WRINKLE in time and now they PRESSED like linen
With pressed grapes in the wine cellar that's older than my Great-Grandma
Before I ever blew up like a landmine
Don't ever argue with a plan that's divine
When a a Man's Mind that's Magic Makes it Manifest through the rhyming to Mad Matter
That's Makeshift, take shit to the upper-echelon on them
Already in my bloodline, etched in me all along
XO, Remy and Dom Perignon, that was so cliche
That was yesterday and I changed my mind
Cause who are we to say: put that away
Now the cup be full at all times
I'm so full of myself
I could have caught that bullet on the grind
And I'm so proud to let you know it, I sound like a broken record
But I'm a poet and I'm devoted to this
So I know the second that I ever let it go, I'd be in the streets going reckless
But in health, wealth, blessed by the best and could go for seconds at the dinner table
Winner's circle, my niggers on the label
The real thing this time when I rhyme, ain't no nigga fable, nah
Cause when a nigga say you down, just when you up, you up
So I rose like a phoenix out the ash on them like "What the fuck?"
Mash on them, they tuck they're guts in further cause success sucks
The nerve of these niggers, they think they can serve us with no nuts
That's like bad service when you flying on an airplane
Out-manned and in a player's range , that ain't a fair exchange
Time to enjoy the fruits of the harvest
For everything we've been the through
Taking in all this like in August, September or October
Be the season, It's the fall of Rome, Growing of the Green
And we ain't leaving (2x)
Sharecrop rhyming like
Green need perfect timing like Designer Mike
No wholesale given, so get your timing right
My season come, Gentleman's Quarterly
Well conducted like an orchestra required
Behavior, so act accordingly
I'm forward see, my best foot come right after the other one
And both of them is fresh foots, designer kicks up under them
My father is original, straight send you to the store for fugs
And his partner still lending cash, don'y blow your loan on buying drugs
Hope you got a plan to bring it back and get your debt to clear
Or otherwise, I hear a pound of loud will get you out of here
I put you D, so wisely choose
Cause we ain't in the game to lose
It's B-a-l-t, I'm more slicker than whatever rival crews
Money make the world go round, my lyrics make the vinyl spin
Let's come up on a bag of cash, I break it with my closest friends
Hold the mic upon my right and count the crew upon my left
I paid the cost to be that young nigga that deserve your respect
I'm Green!
Time to enjoy the fruits of the harvest
For everything we've been the through
Taking in all this like in August, September or October
Be the season, It's the fall of Rome, Growing of the Green
And we ain't leaving (2x)