Lmno

Lmno - 1st Things First lyrics

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Mislead without guidance

No guidance mislead



You flew in from where to do what with who?

Impressive. Call 'em the tax writeoff crew

Prescribe rhetoric for the sick

LMNO isn't comparable to narcotic



Got it like yesterday's mail

The petrified and frail

Remove the tail

Make records for sale

When all heaven breaks loose, hell's in jail

I wouldn't submit this if I thought it would fail

Not because my skin's pale, I'm an underdog

A slap to the face was knowing I'm under God

Reality's lockjawed

Nothing can remove it

Firsthand experience will prove it

I'm a truth seeking missile flying past little fibs

Permanent press the issue on how it is



[Scratched:]

Physically separate, separated

Synchronized mind



Outside existance, internal conflicts

With song critics, opinionated bullhorns, that's it

Hey! It's Love O'Clock

Cancel 11:30, that's a no show pop

Through it all without saying, "LMNO's right here"

God is a pilot, I must let him steer

I'm the difference between physical fitness and spiritual witness

Charge your hitlist

Every session's a first kiss

Take the tisk out the task

Enforce separatism like economic class

Reality last, break the soul out the cast

Everyday my flag is half mast

Key kept cool through the heat

Reveal deceit

Untestable heart, we feel this beat

Straight up, we take a stand

While others take a seat

Forget hate

Happiness is who we greet



[Chorus x4:]

First, the creator

Second, life

Third, hip-hop

(First things first)



It's inevitable to develop a flow show shocking

From the start, no stopping

A branch of humanity exposed

They chose to keep their hearts closed

Bags of saturated computer chips clogging bloodstreams

Balance beam acts, converting mattress backs

Jeans built for two, sunlight turned to blue

As far as respect goes, they couldn't catch a flu

I love, not hate you

Repeat it if you will

Headliners don't always fit the bill

In the brain without a drill

Dead bodies chill

No chillin: when we work, we sweat

They know us through airwaves we haven't met yet

Hands in my hair like berrets

Guidance is certain compared to bets

Immature threats turn regrets

Have 'em trained like pets

If they only knew the half, they wouldn't be full of it [x2]

There's nothing formally about me and visionary

Life, live it, stop acting scary



[Chorus x6]



Can't let go...



[Fade out]
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