Artist: Long Axe Album: Lost in Translation Song: Black Highs Typed by: Knowledge God [Long Axe] Near to the future museum on the CD Pictures I paint on the mic for your DC Being new form of species Career on the rise, can't control or relieve me Asking around, some love and some hate me Style off the chain I guess that's why they wanna take me Rise like the Sun through the clouds stay shining Want a mountain of money so I can stay climbing Music on the brain can't put a price to me Can't go over it, can't get under it So I go through it with no problems Minor complications, major innovations I let you see for yourself just listen close This is what your Daddy said Hip Hop is missing most Explore me the industry can never ignore me What it really taught me is that you can not be sure of me This is greater than the deal with the handshake More than a video where honeys make their ass shake There was a promise I made in '97, right Never surrender my skills and always keep them tight Break the mould, creative control ‘Cause you can't have the highs without having lows [Chorus: Long Axe] Some people living black highs and black lows As a matter of fact we looking out for each other Some people living outside, they're so cold From where I'm looking out we gotta heel one another And if you never satisfied, you grow old Yo we tryna work it out so we can deal with one another Talking about them black highs and black lows For sure, for sure [Long Axe] When I was young at this, wondrous, technique was thunderous Only those that's chosen can run with us Hunger was eating my fear and feeding my heart beat Folds that holds us, getting torn apart Like an army we marched, stomped under arch Wet wind with words, with you missing ____ Plans in flames get remembered in smoke Handsome names get dismembered then broke, nope Everything is close to the seed And like an alphabet record with scratch I'm stuck on G's I'm stuck in jeans, they said escape in these please In joy and pain, inside the black Lois Lane We came so far from me to being solar Now I'm the general driving in your car Elbow pointing out the left window With tits so dark it's like a black instrumental Eyes follow as the streets swallow me Cops hung bodily, can't get apologies For the past slavery, I must advise something savoury I love music, but some of y'all hating me Hate my look, hate my nose, hate my lips Hate my rhymes, hate my mind, hate my gift You need to move .. you get moved on Relocated from the charts taking too long The label you on will be the last labour you're on I looked back ‘cause I was able to calm Begging to shine, but for me I am ready to climb While others riding at a steady decline [Chorus]