Lyrics:
who brought ya
Escapism, Return Of The Mecca, Straighten It Out, The Creators
Yeah, right about now we about to make history
The track make you nod
Prune beneath the moon lit rips solar eclipse
Madchild flips like kids on acid trips
Unicaron formin the union all aluminum
Tracks by Dell just
The youth try to move to worst
So I gotta school em’ first
Back on track
The black youth need to find some facts
Life ain’t a party track
Black they tryin
Chase it down like track and field
Me and money Jack and Jill
We together all the time up the hill
Down the block we got rocks like empty lot
Black
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
They just wanna be like me
Hop in that whip no keys
Any bitch gettin' on her knees
But I can't fuck with no skeezer
Ice on my neck that's freezer
Now she icy
Hi key
I don't really like you
Don't invite me
Cop some clean kicks
Looking tidy
See it in my eyes
Don't try me
Bitch I'm getting by
Worry
City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you
to find a woman when you' talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence
scenario
Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll
Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat
I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you
the knowledge and the blue strip six figures
And For my key to the city big OG's
And for my (hey) Black Kings and my Black Queens
I'm a Bruin, n***a
I got young,
[Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah
For- up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas- wishin' it was them
Instead of me on this track
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah
For- up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas- wishin' it was them
Instead of me on this track
title
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster
Motion picture, analyze the world, plus it hits ya
Dominate ya scripture
Wild black infera, protecting your perimeter
Rockin Jew-waal, bring
scenario
Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll
Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat
I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you get
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
it up in a little black folder
FBI wanna rub my shoulder
It's over before it gets any colder
So I gotta say it's over (Uh, huh)
Me and my crew, we're
stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
Common denominator, I swing the mic
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
to find a woman when you' talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence
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