Emtre (Hook)
It's not the clothes or the cars,
That's gonna turn you into a star.
And yes you know this, man,
Worth more than anything that you can hold in your hand.
So clutch these jewels,
What's the use of letting go all just for fools?
Take your time and collect (recognize) what's precious to you (x2)
Sheisty Khrist:
My mind shine purely, If shine was considered a crime,
Surely my mind would get me off with the jury.
I throw blows in flurries, some prefer the blow up they nose,
While others blow dough on clothes and the jewelry.
I'm a precious gem, my impressions sorta like the skin of Precious,
Coal black apply the pressure to them.
Prefer the light though the rest of 'em dim,
I heard you reap what sow and some are what they seem the rest of them grim.
My mama told me 'be agressive and win',
'You gotta aim for the sky and hands down you'll be the best at the rim'.
I'm sorta like the prototype,
My old man drinking a King Cobra, I'd rather be the cobra that bite.
I'm told I'm colder than Dakota at night,
You gotta go to the fight and be a soldier, that's the Code of the Knight. Right.
Some mix the soda and white,
They focus on the negative, yo, I'd rather hold the photo to light.
You see I'm tryna learn to learn to live with my pain,
My friends thought I was livid, nah that's just the things that live in my brain.
But in darkness I deliver the flame,
My words they paint a picture, I'll give you something vivid to frame.
I'm like Salvador Dali, might do a jewel heist in my Wally's,
Move ice out the door on a dolly.
Then hit the border prolly with a few hotties and two Border Collies,
Sipping ice water on the shores of Bali.
(hook)
Rob Jackson:
Grains of sand slowly slipping through the hourglass,
Time's the jeweler as another precious hour pass.
Another priceless stone placed in the crown of the ruler,
Another precious poem placed on the paper to school ya.
Only 30 Jesus pieces created a Judas,
My team clink like the link was created in Cuba.
But love of money much evil bring,
Such an evil thing, but that evil sing.
Like a fat church lady so even still,
Niggas still keep buying pinky rings and chains.
Big rims and watches like 'jewels is jewels',
But that's just the clever rules to turn men to monsters.
Sponsored unconscious by gold-plated sins we pen to make profits,
When pens could make prophets.
Kneel at the alter, alter their flows content,
Spit nothing but jewels diamonds 'll flow constant.
But constantly the constant barrage of images,
Creates mirages that sabotage the limitless.
Possibilities not knowing that your chain got you chained to the guillotine,
Forsaking humility.
Mistaking ability to change for the temporary,
social mobility a chain could bring.
The real life that chain ain't change a thing
You just a fool with some big ass bling - and that's jewels nigga.
