CAM ONE - Flavor

Peace, peace, peace

Duty in the temple, duty outside
Every new season, familiar vibes
Meet me at the park
Me and you together
Play this in your box
This a gold prize
They say it's a genre, we call it life
Different is the label they gave me
Seven rap cats put them in a line
They jot a rhyme or two but they ain't me
By now you recognize something wavy
Manipulating air something crazy
Right and left brain on them baby
Fully integrated on the daily
Any given moon it's a party
Thorough with the basics, Godly
Language of the heart, we can chop game
Poetry and everything mobby

Am I even your kind
God's flavor
Am I even your kind
God's flavor
Am I even your kind
God's flavor

I must have a knack for a certain storm
A brown skin beauty with the weather for 'em
Real Hip Hop should've been the norm
All crowns no clowns homie, carry on
How can there be poverty in inner cities
Oppression operating on the minds
I'm thinking independent of the system
Wisdom told me seek and you find
Politics as usual, a house of cards
No weapon formed getting us for ours
The king break a sweat
A queen take a sip
We still at large
We still at large
As we proceed to touch those G's
The flow reach stars, the roots run deep
Busy on a shift, the stakes need a lift
I'm not a rapper, I'm a true emcee

Am I even your kind
God's flavor
Am I even your kind
God's flavor
Am I even your kind
God's flavor

Duty in the temple, duty outside
Every new season, familiar vibes
Meet me at the park
Me and you together
Play this in your box
This a gold prize

Am I even your kind
God's flavor
Am I even your kind
God's flavor
Am I even your kind
God's flavor

Written by:
Cameron Marshall

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