All the Power of the Sun

Like, like you can, you can steal ideas
You can steal flows
You can steal style
You can’t steal power
It’s Nyaze month at A.J. Crew Recordings, LLC (You just can’t, you just can’t)
It’s June 21st
Welcome to summer

Why does the sky try to block out my light?
I gotta shine, how I live my life
Ask me if I follow, I never have
Hotter when I gotta be
It’s really a part of me
Ain’t no part of me is no lame, oh nah nah
Ain’t no part of me is small change, no not I
Why would they bring them around me?
And I get the fuck shit way out my vicinity
With...

All the power of the sun
All the power of the sun
It’s summer time, it’s summer time

Dear summer, I know you gon’ miss me
We was together like Nike Air’s and crisp tees
I had holla’d my baby, but you had dissed me
Left me out on my own, alone, it’s just me
Though the summer before, she was the very first
Love of my life
No cuffing a wife

But fuck it, I tried to fight for it
Despite a slight chorus of plight in my aura
I was quite bored of the life where I sorted my mind
And I boarded a flight to find solace and light
To my sorta surprise when I rolled and arrived
The mic ‘trolla was live, but I’m nowhere in sight
So I molded a type to hide
Knowing the right replied “no” to disguise
So I throw it aside and ride
Quoting the lines that I wrote and comprised
Of nice moments in time
Where I’m holding these righteous bright showings, uh

All the power of the sun
All the power of the sun
It’s summer time, it’s summer time

Yo, niggas... niggas
Niggas better stop... stop acting like I don’t have a pen
Niggas better stop acting like I don’t have a pen
You lucky I’m not dissing yo ass
Did you hear the end of that second verse, nigga?
Nigga, I’ll body shit
You lucky
(laughs)