Recorded in Cunami Studios [Belgrade, Serbia]
Mixed in BBB studios [Milano, Italy]

Produced by Jean Kengz [Paris, France]
Stara-Nova, 2014 [Official Release]

Lyrics:

ELMNT:
Still doubting how far he could go

Tryna find out how quick a brand new ferrari can go

knocking the cap of my wig like a likkle scuffle at shows

I rap like an untrainable pitbull with no muzzle, it shows

Blessed with some un-nameable wit when I spit like the ghost

Pillows never better than cash

Hang off an elephants ass to see my sister's hustle with clothes
 
raise the level like fete

Even played in Quebec

trios pistoles like the cops behind me

sounds crystol

when you bang it out of the whip

Man, non affiliates get a grip

about to get really in depth

Descendant of Joab with no J O B

half way across the globe, alone, I had to stay low key

with no selfie, and no ID, know momma asking

what kind of test

I feel like my son is a different person, I lie instead

of telling her life is a mess

fighting with sight to get rest
 
from credit fraud they applaud

the good side of you, next

to you's some other man standing

speaking in tounges with bad breath

I respect the game in it's whole, but the components lack depth

I feel like Otis on docks

Positive motives, long walks

Man people notice my talks

somehow the sold us like stocks

branded, anyway, but granted us cash & gold, I hold lots

They says the worth is just like beliefs

exact t to t

Man I rap A to Z

kept it zed for a minute

Born a bit lucky like Sette

Mad love Chuckie, I meant it

peace to Lily & Meisha

even Blu Osiea

I guess we both know a playa

Had no money, I bent it

thinking I'd marry her one day

Walking up, rolling one, I end it

premature like terrible sex

wouldn't know nothin' bout it

Feel like the box'll pin you like pinterest 

so overcrowded

I got a thing for sweet peaches

I'd go googoo without it

Erykah Badu, soul & body

booty voodoo, I'm bout it

I'm feeling blessed in black socks

and white vans, interracial

Teedra Moses rubbin her lotion

nice tans in my spacial

must come down in the tapedeck

Just a vision, still on a mission get that Queen naked

Or at least close to undressed, Feeling so so so blessed

On my solo like Rich, a kid to honest to hate

I gotta thank my boy Nate, still in some barber debate

Chico, Sharma, Genovese, Big Mike Lucho, & Manu

JR, Beauge, Rio and Rockley, my crew all do what I do

Staring rap in the face, let em have his first place

I'll move the 99 percent, I'm still rackin like Mase

Rap was built from the tough, miscommunication of love

Had us picking our battles like Mayweather lacing his glove

I say this all from the chest, with no V for vendetta

Just sign the dots on the cheques, & see that we get our cheddar

I'm holding on to my faith through any breeze in the weather


Chorus:

It's enough, to watch the sun come up
It's enough, simple enough x 2

Making our cream from the green like what it leaks from the feta

Stop saying where I should be, family ease up & let up

I like my woman Italian plus the pizza is betta

Go purchase my next app, download the leaks and the beta

There could only be one, no one competes with the meta

I'm feeling blessed from the soles to the crown in my chakra

A thousand people beside me, walking around out in Accra

Music needed an open window it's crowded with caca

Same people that doubted EL, doubted Hova & Gaga

Much love to Sonja and Mladen, & Boban & mama

And a handful of other angel's I could quote with a comma

Free Willy & Free Fresco, rest in peace to my boy Pey

I'll make it out to Iran, rock some beats & rep so fly

Man, blessed.. Don't even know where I'll land next

But I'll carry this Godly spirit fam I feel mad blessed...

YES!

BLESSED!

Blessed [prod. Jean Kengz]

ELMNT Official

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