Trase - Beau Monde Rap

Yeah
Yo
Bo knows that
I spit that
Beau Monde Rap
Yeah
Oh, goodie!

From the moment I sit down my mind comes to ease
Roll the sess and burn a fatty, you know my steez
Take time to relax to get away from all the
Memorex subjects laying heavy on my mind lately

In my younger days designed mainly
Throw like Bill Daley, hands hit paper twice daily
Over the years supplied mainly and quite gaily
Mindedly, have a soft spot for fine ladies

Beats I ride safely, not the type who relies greatly
Can't stand when people talk vaguely
I tend to switch, turn the pitch
Don't even think this happens overnight or isn't hard to earn (Bitch!)

I know that life can get up all up in ya guts
With no alternative, but living is beautiful like Smyrna beach
Internally drop journals which hold external heat
Deliver with diversity and let the beat sink in

Uh
Because Bo knows that
I spit that"
Beau Monde Rap

Yeah yeah
One time for the mind
T.R.A.S.E
Uh

Wisdom comes with age, so we go further in to gain more
Content which contains more, this is what you came for
Maintain your struggles, trust me it's good for something
You might think it's good for nothing, just proclaim yours

I let these re-enactments pass me by fast and
Strictly go for things of value and everlasting
This world seems plastic and needs vastening
Manners drastic, to help it get back on track

Once I receive the mic you never get it back
Magnetic rap, beating back those cosmetic acts
On track, breaking blockades like Merrimac
Write rhymes, add and subtract like an arithmetic task

I eat good, smoke better
Stand tall in any weather as long as I got my leather
Coat on, float on like Stet, grown on like pets
Nocturnal mode on like bats, spit that Beau Monde rap

Because Bo knows that
I spit that
Beau Monde Rap

Written by:
Erik Wal

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