Is it love, that I feel?   What I'm feeling inside      [Intro: Geologic]   Uh, Yea   It's a love song, for everybody   Everybody man, everybody   Me, Sabzi, your mom, your mom's mom   Everybody   Nobody in particular, everybody in general   If we need to be specific, you can get at me   I'll get at you, whatever's good, ya know      [Verse 1:]   Yo, I don't really got no rhymes y'all I got a couple of problems   And the reason that I'm telling y'all is that I'm looking to solve them   And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them   So now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry   But not before I preface this song   And say I still got love for you   It's been a minute since we talked   And I heard it through the bamboo   Telegraph the half-truths of cash rules   Then please consider the payment past due   In fact you smear appearance to your mutual friends   Will make you wonder why some daps and hugs would start to turn limp   Did you volunteer your secrets?   Did you snitch out your people   To get cool with some fools that we used to have some beef with?   And he said that she said that they went and did somebody dirty   And you heard it and now you're no longer friends   I don't operate on that sort of level   I'm face to face   No fake Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal types of handshakes   Got a problem with me? Try diplomacy   Instead of side talk on sidewalks   And pretending that you don't notice me   Or telling people that you're worried about me   And saying nothing when you see a brother walkin' around   To nobody in particular and everybody in general   Don't take this either personal, emotional or literal   'Cause if we both about similar sets of principals   Then check me and I'll check you, like we're supposed to do      [Chorus:]   Everybody get hurt, everybody cries   Everybody falls down, not everybody rise   Not everybody talks, but everybody lies   Not everybody lives, but everybody dies      You might have owed me cash   Or put my shit on blast   And talk behind my back   But I still got love      You never held me close   When I needed it most   How can I call you my folks   When you ain't got no love?      You might have owed me cash   Or put my shit on blast   Or talk behind my back   And I still got love      You never held me close   When I needed it most   How can I call you my folks   When you ain't got no love?      [Verse 2:]   And I still got no rhymes y'all, got a couple of problems   And the reason that I'm telling y'all, is that I'm looking to solve them   And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them   And now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry   But not before I finish this song   And say I still got love for the Barkada   Y'all the reason that I still rock   We separated through geographic locations   And we steadily walked along   You taught me loyalty and patience   And I never meant to flake   It's just my calendar's stacked now   '93 until infinity, let's take it back now   From car trips around the South of the sound   From B-town to downtown   And back clownin' out loud   Out at 15, keep it in tact and never fractured   Sometimes I wish that I can travel back so I can capture   The laughter, the waterfront, the ball courts, the tracks   Tiltin' Carlo Rossi back in the summer of 2000   Kicked it in the North before I bounced to the South and   Holdin' down the Heist every night was like a Saturday   And now when, I see you in the crowd   I get reminded how we came about the shadows of this military town   And for those still there, I hold your names close   And though I'm never in the church no more, I hold you in my prayers   And I only hope our paths will cross each other more often   Without you first believing in me, I'd still be lost 'cause      [Chorus:]   Everybody get hurt, everybody cries   Everybody falls down, and not everybody rise   Not everybody talks, but everybody lies   Not everybody lives, but everybody dies      You might have owed me cash   Or put my shit on blast   Or talked behind my back   But I still got love      You never held me close   When I needed it most   How can I call you my folks   When you ain't got no love?      You might have owed me cash   Or put my shit on blast   Or talked behind my back   And I still got love      You never held me close   When I needed it most   How can I call you my folks   When you ain't got no love?      [Outro:]   ... Nice here for hours   [Someone talking in the background]   Talk all types of shit?   I mean like, let's talk about these nigga's shoes   Niggas be hatin' 'cause I be havin I'll tight shoes   And they buy the exact same pair of Nikes   Like, naw, I'm sayin', know what I mean? sayin', I'm sayin'   Fools, say that they still make notes right?   Cats be actin' like they know me better than I know myself   Based off of some Nike too low shit, know what I'm sayin'?   5 or 6 years ago I come back and nigga's was tellin' me   "Oh I know who he is." And ain't tryin' to let me be me   You know, I'm tryin' to branch out and make the music I wanna make   And like niggas wanted me to fuckin'   You know what I'm sayin'?   Like what is this?   I gotta have a Jheri Curl and shit   You know what I'm sayin'?   Talkin' about eatin' babies   They want me to be like the Seattle Brother Ling   I'm tryin' to be Q-Tip   And they're like, "Nah, Nah, Nah"   It's cool, I still got love for you though baby   It's all good [laughter]   It's all good [laughter]   You know that blue shit