Millenium: Gangsta Gangsta

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul









Verse 1:

Now who the fuck wants to start some drama I got a gun
And a gang of muthafuckas who love to stay on the run
A lot of public enemies repeat offenders and crooks
Who done killed muthafuckas for much less than dirty looks
It's like gangster nigga keep ammo like gattling guns
Bitches flocking all over me like I got platinum lungs
Watch your words when you speak to me Cause you could easily be 
found Floating face up cause alive you don't need to be
What it seems to be it ain't though place yo bet
I got a problem loosing things don't make me misplace your neck
Take your net leave your body broken and bruised
The type of shit they afraid to talk about on the 10 o'clock news
So close your windows and lock the doors
Put your money under the floor and pray we ain't coming for yours

Chorus x2:

It's like Gangsta Gangsta nigga hide your money when we coming
It's like Gangsta Gangsta nigga stay behind me if I'm running
It's them gangstas nigga best duck or get got
You get shot fucking around on my block

Verse 2:

Brown paper smoker nigga choker blaze the eighth of coca
The name already known them kazi niggas taking over
Making over cop the rover mashing on the solo
Made a little more dough dropped them eighteens on the lolo
Y'all niggas is slow though thought you could run through us
Now don't shit move up in this area less it comes through us
60/40 don't like it you can get the fuck out
Want to negotiate my nigga trump will blow them guts out
Now when ever you see the Ac pray cause on that day
I want exact pay or get your brains blown out the back way
Straight slimy nigga forever grimy nigga
Murder half the population and you can't find me nigga
Stay behind me nigga cause you don't want to see the drama
I run with thorough niggas guaranteed to put it on you
I warned you now don't you go against the grain now
Ain't no sunshine muthafucka it's only pain now
Don't play around we heartless don't confuse it with that dumb shit
To all my niggas who been marked as threats to the public
I love this thug shit I'd just like to thank you
Subliminal , criminal , the original.......

Chorus x2:

Verse3:

Let me tell you muthafuckas a couple of things about gangstas
It's true I know a few who hold weight like boat anchors
And we really don't give a fuck just live for the day
And fuck tomorrow because that shit ain't even promised anyway
Fuck the world and my enemies nothing but hate
Type of nigga to pull the trigga and stick your folks at a wake
So if you see me calm then leave me be
Cause just as easily I'll turn your neighborhood block to Vietnam

Chorus x2:

Millenium: Hustler's Etiquette

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse1:

So you want to be a hustler nigga let me drop some jewels
First of all build your clientele then you cop the tools
Next you cop the desert eagle silencer with rubber grip
Scope out a block that your comfortable with another tip
Don't be putting all your niggas on just cause they around
Fuck around and get your spot locked down while you out of town
Come back D.A. in your living room with a warrant
Fuck around and have to serve all your sentences concurrent
Don't floss your shit lay back in the cut and re-up
Stack your paper for a rainy day in case you get stuck
Listen up I'm a tell you just like a nigga told me
Get your paper straight first then go and cop
the rolle this solely based on actual facts never fiction
I know you done heard a lot of fairy tale depictions
My rendition intended to help you get your game up
Not intended to get you late and leave your sweater stained up
It's straight up uncut raw to the gristle
More times than not they hit you when your far from your pistol
Now the law is the issue exposing your ass
Have to scar up they tissue it ain't hard to get you

Chorus:

Casino and Millenium talking words of wisdom

Verse2:

Let me tell you how not to hustle don't run out on the block
Gassed cause you got some cash and a chrome plated glock
Don't let too many fiends around you all at one time
Cause for 20 bucks a fiend will sell you out to one time
The hustlers etiquette I speak it my peak I haven't reached it
The cash flow I know it's needed that's why I preach it
My mind leaks in many tongues the object
Why I reach for so many guns the profit
You want to flip bricks spit clips hit chicks in sick whips
Press the gas down in the six getting your dick licked
You ain't ready for that yet you need practice
And a couple more years to reach my status nigga

Millenium: Lust

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul








Chorus x2:

I break my back to make it in this world but shit is fucked up
Cat's richer than me want to see me fucked Up
I'm going to be broke whether by law or illegal
The lust for money is the root to all evil

Verse1:

Been hustling for years nickels and dimes in the same slums
Fuck that now I want the crops that it came from
That same gun you used to gain respect in this area
If you fuck up that will be the same gun that will bury you
Giving up one third of my gross to work these grounds
Be the first British hustler have my dough, coke, and guns in pounds
Watch me muscle you if I can't hustle you I got no love for you
Necktie from Columbia got niggas that will bloody you give my best wishes
and wet kisses to your fam cause my tech misses
No one blow guns for sport death threats to the jury get acquitted in court
Only want accurate measures not what you thought
Only buy what you need nigga not what you want
And if you want it bad enough then you kill off any teams
Get your cream together by any means

Chorus x2:

Verse2:

I know niggas that will lie for die for cry for
Hit a nigga with the tech nine for five more
Kick in your mom's door tape up your kids
Roll a dutchie split your wigs and be out in the contour
A little henny mix the henny with a little envy
A drop of envy plus a thousand in benji's
Make a nigga switch up fill his clip up cock back
Approach you after church with a smirk saying
"Drop that shit muthafucka..”
You don't take him serious ask him where's the gun at
He say's his tempers short and suggests you better run that
Ain't no fun black gun's and greed lungs with weed
The faster you talk the quicker it will numb your speed
So you call his bluff figuring he's not that evil
To rob you in front of a church with a whole lot of people
So you stick him in his jaw and make a dash for
your regal but you fucked up silencer on the desert eagle
Put you out of your misery now you history steady wishing he
Hadn't hit you up with the artillery Misery love company now
He living comfortably See how quick your life span gets snatched suddenly
out of your misery now you history steady wishing he
Hadn't hit you up with the artillery
Misery love company now he living comfortably
See how quick your life span gets snatched suddenly

Chorus x2:

Verse3:

I done hustled for jack shit scuffled for mac clips
Done back flips over bridges emptying gat clips
For the love of the big faces my shit laces open spaces
Older or younger any races I lust for this shit buss for this shit
Ran up on a nigga in the armored truck for this shit
I really lost it my path don't cross it my minds gone
I want to say my minds strong but my conscious is haunted
I'm a take what you can't give so I suggest you run
them jewels cause you ain't got to live partner
I'm a take what you can't give so I suggest you run
them jewels cause you ain't got to live nigga

Chorus x2:

Millenium: Most Thorough

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse 1:

Now who's the most thorough nigga
outside the five boroughs from the lp Most Through
I run with cut throats that cut short your tomorrows
I bring the sorrow something unlike the Apollo
Except when you loose with me no applause is going to follow
Only hollow tip clips hit the pavement
That same shit got your man hit up in the range kid
Talking about he'll flame shit yelling out his asshole
Rasshole never contest the Donnie brasco
Close cases like Colombo no need for static
I got the semi automatic to keep you humble
Now watch your empire crumble I run it all
I been there and stuck that twice I done it all
Run with niggas who love to brawl and bomb on
Bitch niggas like you who love to fall I come from
A place where gangsters don't live that long
If you believe this nigga sing that song

Chorus x2:

All my thorough niggas throw them guns in the air
And let these bitches know that we really don't care
To all my niggas down to ride and die love em' all
Forever screaming out to all my enemies fuck em' all

Verse 2:

I knock men off the top ten with my hot pen
I'm plotting for a millenium won't be forgotten
We rotten to the core giving you more
Kazi niggas kicking in the doors waving four four's
If Casino and Trump head for the trunk know it's danger
Black mask black gun one in the chamber
A lot of slugs spitting a lot of blood dripping
It only takes one hit to leave your lungs missing
Real thorough niggas murder your burrow niggas
Turn your life into a memory fuck tomorrow niggas
When you speak of my name niggas speak with respect
Before you find yourself gasping for breath

Chorus x2:

Verse 3:

Born by mistake conceived off hennesy and rum cake
Make one mistake I'm guaranteed to make your lungs break
Fuck the world die fronting or something great
Nigga fuck with my cake and something late bet something break
When them checks grow niggas heads grow
But if them checks low I bet them techs blow
Come through your front door four in the morning on the weekend
Pillowcase to your baby daughter while she sleeping
Please no screaming the most thorough you shouldn't fuck with me
If your lucky I'll put ten up in your lovely
Stubbornly you were acting now your dead bound
Lead rounds leave you paralyzed from the head down
Don't sweat now get down pray for savior
C4 ox carrier blood on my razor
Strike like Julio Caesar the underdog
Till I die all my niggas scream fuck em' all

Chorus x2:

Millenium: No Retreat, No Surrender

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse 1:

Now who's the baddest kill your legendary status
Run up in your crib causing havoc flip the mattress
Split your cabbage no need for an introduction
You won't live long when I'm gone off the white russian
Start with bussin maybe I'll ask questions later
You pretty thugs I'm leaving blood up on your fuscia gators
More mob ties than sinatra son I got ya
Dead your first born like corleone at the opera
It's me who shot ya confessions of a murder master
Wrote speedo on the side of my gun to burn you faster
You bastards I'm death defying so stop crying
Ain't nobody coming to save you you ain't private ryan
If you ain't complying then you must got a lot of ammo
Cause the rounds I spit turn bass and tenors to sopranos
The black lucky luciano ain't no surrender
It's a blood bath taking this path I declare war.....

Chorus:

No retreat no surrender either you ride or you die
No retreat no surrender you can't kill what's already dead!

Verse 2:

I never retire I'm more potent then codeine by no means
Will a nigga size me up like a coke beam
My weight is too great for cats to contemplate
Now can you really defeat this nigga evaluate your mindstate
I migrate through your cerebrum my threats believe them
My words are to deceiving my tongues will stop
The biggest lungs from breathing
Cut throat leave your gut smoked hole in your chest novice
Stop looking for that land of promise I kill all hopes
O.j. simpson of this rap shit I slit all throats
Nah fuck that I cut cats down to jack shit
Only hot mac clips when the gat spits out the ac whips.

Chorus:

Millenium: Respect My Shit

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul







Verse1:

Nigga Respect the game don't neglect your fame
Cause if you blow all of your shit you got yourself to blame
Check the name got beef nigga don't come around me
Fuck around your body wash up in the next county
Found me over seas asking did I mean too
Family passing out flyers asking if they seen you
Mom's crying at your wake saying she used to feed you
You was all jaw from the start your glass heart I seen through
I weed through all the bullshit because I don't need you
One million nine hundred ninety six , four more to see two
I ride like the five series fly like the b2
Dead your world like I'm t2 your bitch could bleed too
But it ain't no need to your transparent way's I seen through
Kaos theory was the ground view now it's round two
Buss like them cats in sound view without the tech nines
Best respect mines I tear cats from toes to neck lines

Chorus x1:

If you riding in my whip nigga respect my shit
If you trying to cop a brick nigga respect my shit
If you rolling with my click nigga respect my shit
If you living like I'm living you must respect this shit
If you stepping on my toes nigga respect my shit
If you trying to fuck my hoes nigga respect my shit
If you see me getting dough nigga respect my shit
Don't want to respect my shit then you can catch my clip

Verse2:

Respect my shit or become my enemy
Millenium known for turning niggas life spans into distant memories
You got a problem respecting me then please leave the room
Before I turn your holiday into a season of doom
Don't show me love when you see me that's a form of disrespect
Looks and mugs when you see me that's a form of disrespect
Talking shit when you don't know me that's a form of disrespect
Then trying to act like you're my homie that's a form of disrespect
Back in the day's they was like eww why do he like me
Now a day's it's like "Clinton why don't you like me"
Telling your friends that I was pressed when I said you were cute
Calling me a scrub muthafucka when I ain't have no loot
Now you see me in a suit splurging down in georgetown
Begging me to wait a minute while you write your number down
That was back then hate me now I still love you
Sincerely the same muthafucka p.s. Fuck you

Verse 3:

I swear to god y'all niggas better respect me
Don't let me find out you've been talking shit
Or you gon' see where the tech be
I let three loose right in the club
Oh you rollin' with thugs we gon' see what you made of

Chorus x1:

Millenium: Too Hot (The Sequel)

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse 1:

My nigga man put me onto the scam a master plan
It's about 20 bricks of pure uncut in amsterdam
That ain't nobody claiming except this nigga from the camens
His name Damon last evening is when he came in
I think he gaming I know I seen him before
Flashbacks of black mac gats and packs of c4
Got my wrist trembling remembering the situation
I grabs the tre eight it's time for reconciliation
My obligation burn this nigga 'til he well done and tell him
I hear it's too hot burning in hell son
Rebellions I took precautions called my dogs in
Nickleplate across the margins to blaze your ssquadron
No pardons and no permissions pop the clip In
Keep pulling that trigger 'til that nigga chest is missing
I'm pissing on open wounds Mr. Iraq
And the guns that I pack will leave your shit looking like broken tools
Anyways I accepts the invitation
Nate had the platoon and necessary weapons waiting
Debating on how to move slowed the progression
Until my memory finally got it's resurrection

Chorus x2:

I promise the world these bitch niggas gon' die slow(die slow)
You can't breathe ain't no chance for survival
What you ride for if you ain't down to die for
What you believe in best duck when I blow

Verse 2:

Coming through customs it seems peculiar I clutch my pistol
Cause if the beef is coming sooner I'm spitting missiles
That's why I keep the gat packed in the jock strap
I cock the nine back when there's no time to scrap
Now back to the scam pass the mac to my man
Exiting the airport in the black caravan
Cadillac in the rear view make sure I take a note of
Flashbacks of Zach in the Cadillac with explosives
What's the motive we meet up with this bitch named Mrs. Knicks
Who says instead of 20 now it's 31 bricks
Where's it coming from some nigga was I
Put it all together when I heard her reply

Chorus x2:

Verse 3:

As I refresh my memory Dee was taped up in the chair
Blood was all over the place but no gun smoke was in the air
Plus that note taped to the chair
The call at 4:00 in the morning it's all clear
Murder murder
Anyway we arrives at the spot with the coke
Vest secured to my chest glock cocked in my coat
As we approach up out the blue that nigga nickleplate broke
I took cover behind a Cadillac and reached in my coat
Then he spoke all I seen was shots and clouds of gun smoke
Mrs. knicks was bussing at me I put two in her throat
Nate was 10 feet away holding the magnum four four
30 dots upon my head knot but I been here before
Kissed my rosary for those opposing me I snatched his gat back
That bitch nigga caught four in the chest nigga and that's that
Or so I thought so low behold from out the cold
Zachary came bussing at me had no time to reload

Chorus x2:

Millenium: Trust No 1

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse1:

Niggas will always play the fucken fool
Until all the talking stops and you pull
the fucken tool.....sit down
See I ain't got no time for this shit now
My mind is only on this money we about to get now.... check this
Niggas I've rolled with they done turned they backs
And I ain't never trusted a bitch so observe they acts
Lesson one never leave without your vest and gun
Believe you me niggas is phiening to come and
show you how the west was won
I got a relentless gun that will open your chest
And burn every organism that's supplying you breath
See on my block you can't just trust any nigga who sling
Eventually one got's to go so he thinking the same thing
So you could dead this nigga now and let his profit increase
Or run the risk of getting killed and watch your profit decrease
So I wonder are you a thug ready to buss with the glock
Or is it just some role playing off the weed and tupac don't fake
Cause I'm that nigga that will let you play hard
Make your heart throb have you thinking shit is sweet
Next week have your wifey slit your throat up at the
day job do you know what I'm capable of...muthafucka!

Chorus x2:

I trust no one but me myself and I
If it ain't out my mouth than it's just a lie
I can't lie I'll do anything just trying to get by
A million niggas will give the same
reply and you wonder why

Verse 2:

I trust no one for sho son bow down to no one
That nigga that will fuck your wife then murder you with your gun
It's no fun where I come from land of the lost
Where niggas kill for respect and cut your hands off
Lift your mans off his feet organs all over the street
Thought you was wild I hear you calling retreat
Now fall to your feet pay your respects where it's due
And pray to god I don't send these hollowpoints tearing through
Your ligaments burn your pigment clips left your sweater tore
For that federal bet your moms let the beretta blow
T*R*U*S*T let it be a special bond held between I, myself, and me I trust
No one

Chorus x2:

Verse 3:

Y'all niggas trying to figure out how I remain calm
Been around the world once and ain't seen no prophets like loran
All these bullshit metaphors, breakdowns, and cliches
Become so apparent when the murder music replays
The scene plays like this you've been gone for three days
Before she hated to give head now she does it in three ways
Ain't you a little bit suspicious why your man ain't call back
Why is the passengers seat in the car leaned far back
You don't smoke explain to me why the ash tray is all black
Then you hit your girl from the back and discovered a small scratch
Is it just me or is somebody fucking around
Doubted my words when we started got you wondering now
You can't believe that this nigga you known damn near your whole life
Is fucking you plus he fucking your wife..Ain't that some shit!

Chorus x2:

Millenium: U Think I Don’t Know

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse 1:

I'm the most cocky arrogant niggas is
Mad Cause they can't stop me make it a point to watch me
I'm that drop V on the lot saying you can't
Cop me so get on the block I'm worth real money
The type you don't talk about around the feds
Too many zeros can't be hiding me up under the beds
I'm that nigga that turned your wifey into a whore
Start a war and still have these bitches begging for more
Got that frivolous dough ridiculous dough
The rap game four fifth sick grip on it dough
I'm tired of these big clicks all ice and no weight
It's cause I ain't come out yet that people buying your tapes
It's millenium city life orator
Some of y'all is too slow to understand this overture
So mature is my money valuer on my honey
Everybody two thousand now I swear this shits funny
y'all don't want nothing from me I'm that cat in the club
Got the fake versace shirt on with all of my thugs
And it's all love 'til somebody want's to play hard
And I make it so you can't go back to your day job.

Chorus x2:

You think I don't know all these niggas want to buss me
You think I don't know all these bitches want to fuck me
You think I don't know what my words do what you don't know
Is that I will hurt you...I'll hurt you

Verse2:

One hundred percent our money not borrowed money
Get you far gone from the long arm of the law money
Superstar money wet bar in the car money
Enough coke to keep you lit for the lawyers bahr money
Strong arm money a million on my arm dummy
Snatch the gold up out your mouth ain't it
Apparent that I'm hungry
Iced out roley nice can't hold me I'm legendary
Secondary to no one bring business to cemeteries
It's millenium shift the scene to full throttle
With a coke bottle reshape the faces of role models
I take old models and turn them back into dimes
Give them some practice let them fuck a couple of times
They take the game that I spit come to your strip
Half of your bitches and clients is what their coming back with
You think I don't know my words arouse the psyche
Most likely more influential then spike lee

Chorus x2:

Verse3:

Y'all ain't got no other choice but to embrace me disgrace me
It will be another 1,000 years before someone replace me
Cat's ain't ready to face me words are destined for long jevedy
Better be strapped with rockets and watch it I'm armed heavily
The new breed of rapper two speeds to clap you
When you thought you were ahead of the game.....
Just passed you
I'm after one thing so let my words warn you
I got an appetite for flesh like Jeffrey daumer
I don't mean to alarm you but this is my renaissance
Generation X screaming my name is the evidence
Your relevance to the rap game is no longer called for
I'm hardcore avoiding the struggle is what it's all for

Chorus x2:

Millenium: Broke Nigga

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Chorus x1:

I know I'm fucking with the wrong nigga
But all I hear is that same old song nigga
Understand my whole life I've been living so poor
I don't want to be a broke nigga no more

Verse1:

I used to roll hard with this nigga back in the days
That nigga benji used to keep me paid in various ways
Showed me how to get the flyest whip and fuck the flyest bitch
And have the neighborhood thugs sweating my dick
Then one day benji asked could he be my shadow
So it was and if you messed with him I let the glocks blow
He was a good shadow got me what I want
A lot of friends a house in the burbs in less than a month
Then said " if you let the right nigga touch me he's gonna want me
And give you anything you want just to fuck me"
I knew just exactly who to go see that fagot o.g.
Been fiending to fuck you ever since he OD'd
I know he used to own me way before I met you
Now he owns my cousin Mary but you know she sweat you
And I bet you wouldn't mind getting your hands on her
Ain't been a nigga born yet who could pass on her
Yeah I want to grab on here hold her tight in my hands
And let her know things is different now I got big plans
Got big scams to get big lans can you see them
Anybody fucking with you I wouldn't want to be them

Chorus x2:

Verse2:

Fucking with mary was the best move I ever made
Now I'm forever paid taking weekend trips to the everglades
I don't got to work her she sell her own shit
Jamaican native rock the see through on that homegrown shit
And love the Homo shit me'nage a' trois and such
But I think she like's getting touched by that nigga Dutch
I never sweat it keep the Johnny Cochran by my waste line
Niggas know his rep so they seldom try to take mines
Mary got the bomb sex any opposition and your death will be a mystery
like the killing of john f kennedy know the remedy I spoke
It's no joke I'll put twelve through your coat four in your throat ugh!
For that cream I'll leave you headless bussing steel 'til I'm leadless
Greedy genie granting your death wish until I'm breathless I'm a be running with the wrong crowd I got the block sown up nigga it's on now

Chorus x2:

Verse3:

It's just another hustle back in the days I used to barely scuffle
Now I'm quick to spit the tech with the muzzle
Broke nigga no mo' squeeze gats in slow mo'
All I got is me so fuck cher and sunny bono
We both know you coming up short you catch the four four
Leave your torso tore from the semi auto
When I me t china seemed to live for me to cop It
She's that fish scale flaky bake me to see the profit
Authentic like my island carpet don't be my target
I know it's cold hearted but you got's to understand

Chorus x2:

Millenium: Honorable Men Pt. 2

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

chorus x1:

What he said to me led me too believe
How could I be so naive oh I you could touch but don't rush
What he said to me led me too believe
How could I be so naive oh I you could touch but don't rush baby!

Verse 1:

Cashmere seduction three hours of lust 'til I buss
We used to fuss now I find myself having a crush
Wanting a little more than fucking and hugs between us
Though the agreement was strictly sex no love between us
Physically I was attracted therefore mentally I was distracted
Not thinking with my brain I came but not to my senses while I was up in
her fucking her senseless not knowing I really meant this
Should I end this or make my point known
Is it worth it the only time we meet is when her nigga ain't home
A quick bone was the purpose but now it's worthless
Sanity and peace of mind I must preserve this I'm slipping
Lately I'm wondering and stuttering over words
Wanting to give her the world plush furs diamonds and pearls
Expressing my thoughts instead of sexing
Seeing that I couldn't change her mind was the hardest lesson
Juell professing that I haven't learned yet
there's more to satisfying a woman then making her wet
It's only now that I see that there never was something
I was only a victim of cashmeres seduction

chorus x1:

Millenium: Honorable Mention

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse1:

I known you for years but we just really started chilling
For the past couple of days I've been catching feelings
I love the way your mind operates and moves
The way you turn a hostile into a humbling mood
Not a boyfriend and girlfriend thing but like a bond
Way different then a friendship or relation- ship
been through a few and you probably have too
Not the kind that lasts a long time just something to do
It's a fact sometimes the opposite could leave you hurting
Praying for someone who is a blessing not a burden
Plus the fact you got your head screwed on the right way
Could care less about what a person think or might say
And when I ask you a question I'm sure to get an answer
Even though I know you thinking I'm just trying to romance you
Taking late night trips to the park and conversating
Your infinite knowledge of hip hop is so amazing
You teach me things I never knew I teach you things you never knew
Your just so incredible
Your dialect is so legible very respectable
Some females out here are so susceptible
Thinking everything is what it seems
Your more perfect in this reality than any dream
So when you ask me to describe you I'm more than obliged too
This occasion I rise too
And I know you feel that vibe too quoting rap verses
Pointing out the metaphors breaking down the purpose
Our conversations leave me earthless deeply debating
Staying up all night playing my music contemplating
To me your such an inspiration you're the reason why I wrote this song
better yet this dedication
When I tell you I'll be great one day you say you know it
Got me feeling less of a rapper and more like a poet
And when we end the night I can't believe
How much you've opened up my mind I find that I don't want you to leave
I did not write this to gain affection I wrote this to get your attention
this is your honorable mention

Millenium: E.V.O.L

Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul

Verse1:

I met this queen from jersey purple extensions in her hair
Struck up a conversation yo what you doing out here
Said she out here trying to make a better life for her seed
Don't deal with the alcohol prefer to blow trees
She loves Lauryn Hill and incense work up at the mall
I knew I'd see this chick again cause this world is so small
I got a call and had to be out my life is hectic
I didn't get her number cause that's just what she expected
I jetted jumped in the whip pealed in reverse
Let a couple weeks pass and see if she would move first
Three weeks later my man E gave me the scoop
Said she asked where I was at and told him that I was cute
The next day no soon as I had got off of work
I hit the mall in my tims jean jacket and shirt
Seen her posted up at the sunglass hut with a smirk
She was smiling but behind it I could tell she was hurt
I took a chance gave her a glance passed her a pen
She wrote her number down and said that I should call around ten
But then again she's never home maybe I should
Give her my number and we'll hook up when the
timing is good ......You tell me.

Chorus x2:

If I can't love myself
Then tell me who can I love

Verse2:

We talked for hours discussed various subjects
Everything from universities to kinky rough sex
We starting hanging out more and more all in each other
I f we wasn't together we was calling each other
I never expected to hit it off so well
I think I'm falling in love but only time could tell
My mind dwells I loved her being all in my face
After about three months it's get the fuck out my face
Why the fuck you keep sticking up for your babies father
My peoples told me a long time ago don't even bother
But I didn't listen I should have used my Intuition
Plus your past and the way you act arouses my suspicions
Got me sipping Christian thinking about evil visions
Like I should just......Damn said you left cause you couldn't take the
abuse from the nigga but when he late with child support got an
excuse for the nigga....what the fuck!

Chorus x2: