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(gunshot)
4 1 6 Uh! 2000 you know my style SAV people. yo! 4 1 6 Come on Four one six area code Undercover hoods with clashed egos Retaliations equals Multi-racial, schools of homeless peoples Drug addict, dilated pupils Politics with lots of scruples It still out remain the same We got pushes, inside the Benz Peddlers with loose change Squeegee kids with one thing on their brains, survival (4 1 6) We live with fat chains Wimps with plus plus We talk like to stalk the big New York Talk outside minds Sci-Fi me Ill my girl just be getting the whirl Now people get killed inside subways Thing don't change My man said Kids for blue and red For the west end Fat hits and Lip smokers Now, every boy, woman and man Conspiracy to expand the world relations Nightclubs get sprayed Hip hop nations stay patient Open at the top is where placed it Now you could hold your breath and hope the deficit drop in one year or Something Seek out outside corruption CityTV Mark Daley nighttime discussion Don't wanna rule with the 9 be rushin' Call you the global function Behind the day To me it's like John Candy Dudes packing tools like they handy Cuz my dudes walk around like we just don't care So call the mortician To make it look pretty Cuz ain't this a pity New mega problems for this new megacity Oh, uh-uh-uh oh Oh, uh-uh-uh oh Oh, uh-uh-uh oh Oh, uh, no! Oh, uh-uh-uh oh Oh, uh-uh-uh oh Oh, uh-uh-uh oh 4 1 6 4 1 6 4 1 6 [to fade] |
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CHORUS:
Dear Hip Hop, I'll love you 'til I die To taste the grace of your embrace, I will try My mission is to utilize my skills on the mic To rid you of the losers, abusers and stereotypes Dear hip hop, what is the state of your condition? Niggaz be dishin' fiction making my decision a mission To rid them from the planet cuz my tracks hacks their wackness Raps they flap is dryer than habitats of a cactus Fact is I'm raw skilled cuz God filled me with the spunk to be So phat, rappers need an elevator to keep up with me My objective's to be selective with my projections To carry ya beyond the barriers of new dimensions So help me slit the slack bros with wack flows I pack blows to crack foes sweepin' your reach from plateaus With senseless scripts, their lips is paraplegic While the level of my lyrics leave their legion with lesions From when you gave me birth, I've remained true to your rule Yet phonies try to hold me back like teachers did to them in school My promise to punish poetic plagues won't end Cuz ever since I was ten, you been my best fuckin' friend CHORUS (x2) Now bredren, I comprehend your frustration affiliation Your evaluation from those outside your nation lacks education Corrupt critics voice views with no validity Claiming you're the blame for violence within vicinities And promotion to penetrate privates' how they depict us So they deface our albums advising parents with stickers Hopin' that our shit will die out They remind me of niggaz in French class Not knowing what the fuck they talkin' 'bout Our expressions exemplify reality Through artistic talents found in all municipalities Cuz hip hop, you're growing like dicks during porno flicks Yet pricks be on my back like slaps when I used to get licks Man, even pops gives me no props, not understandin' Why me and you are branded to be lifelong companions No power possible could prevent me to proceed To profess rhymes 'til death like a Muslim does a creed CHORUS (x2) Now bro, I know who hurts you most besides those who are ignorant And not articulate is niggaz who figure shit lingers when They travel down gravel roads of trend interpretation These imitations cause no fascination but contemplation Of how they came to commercial composure Probably writing rhymes upside down on a crucifix the way they crossin' over Unworthy benefit reapers, sportin' sneakers and beepers While I be catchin' bags under my sights from sleepless Nights, writing for life cuz I refuse to feel the e- Ffects of being known by material memorabilia No matter how they bring you down, I'll stand your ground anyway Cuz H-I-P H-O-P is in D-A-N's D-N-A My tracks axe niggaz like questions, I've mastered all Styles to make rappers look wacker than me playing basketball Sorry for those who represent what you resent Like O.J. Simpson, I'm absolutely 100% Hip hop! Yours truly Dan-e-o |
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Nice an easy
Nice an easy Uh! Get off Take the train Take the train Get off Take the train Take the train Movin' movin' Get off Take the train Take the train Yo! Eastbound from Kipling With this chicken with easter bud She talked to much, dropped her off at Islington I'm Royal like York make bull rhymes Make good at Old Mill Platinum status with no deal I see Jane on the train She had fine pointers I said honey please we both jumped off at Runneymede Kick it at Egg in the park (Eglinton West) I run that cess She Keeled over Took her back to Dundas west Her man frowns Because at Landsdowne Plans now for for rustlin' Dropped at Ossiginton ride to Dufferin Quick discussion Don't bring trouble my way You will be confined to the D.W.A. (Designated Waiting Area) Christe jumped on on 6 Her attitude is the pits She once bitched What she dont get she throws fits I told her at Bathurst to take a bath first Before you giver her a blunt She didnt' like that Left us Spadina Walked in jaw jackin' like a Saint (St. George) Ain't that the 3rd time today You's always shopping for rich chicks with friends at Bay At Bloor and Yonge I got the gorgeous ones Enormous funds At Sherbourne already asked me for the sum You know me son I snatch the Castle from Frank With a lasso and shank Took the cash flow and thank I gotta Broadview Same as my swat too She has just to pass the phone I maximize, I ain't tryin' to argue I ain't far dude Im checking X for Pete's sake Meet me at Pape 7:30, And don't be late Cuz once this Donlands pass Greenwood I got strong plans To mix this up To dealt till the song ends So call friends tell em you're passing a good time I gotta throw a lotta dope I'll waiting at Woodbine I do a crime committed When I rob the same thief Who tried to talk smack with this dude at Main Street I shoulda took her to Victora, With sex in the Park After we clean up the mess we would talk Took at walk I made sure she got to her base She didn't want me to leave i could by tell her face I make haste I caught the Blue Line Still got two times Ignoring the cops Explore my stops Before then Tripped and hollerin' at Warden Bring me some food Ignorant dude So I ain't trying to catch up in Sleeping on thin mattreses I'd rather be htiting thises actresses This back then my rappin' Attracting the status MPP No trip in Toronto, Remember me? Slick shots Enemies Drunk nights of henessey Great clothes Naked please Lookin' for the remmedy Thug life Forever be Smoke bones for centuries Spanish and German pediegree It's Kennedy What? |
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Ooohh *witchy woman*
Bet your dollar bottom This is the next episode, y'all Now if you enter pay a premium Miss like your wife leaving 'em Raising babies Saluted Environment, polluted A score never settled Metal with the headline Metal after bedtime Slipping through the cracks All they playing Rack playing crash From the law Back stab the hash Even try to make a dash 100 meters Polititians tally up the numbers Into heaters Letting ourselves into believers Crooks took book readers High stakes and priests Sorta art Cultivating crops by the yard Learn to save my self On a search for eternal peace Without elbow grease To say the least Some of us are like Corporates subordinates Hitting at, how we gonna get Briefcases and suits be Soliders packs sharp machetes Plus tricks in sleeves Drop the bomb [Chorus] No two people are the same Situations change Like the weather so whatever Some of them are wild and can't be tamed Situations change It's a shame now ain't it [x2] A basement meeting followed by a Peace briefing was the Procedure Spoke about his case was the City blues found clues From the spot to you Inspect the residue Stains on the money shoes Left prints to his castle Future saving to avoid a hassle My man gotta price to pay The bothers the balance of nature Undercaovers knocked out his capers Saving on the third on the block Game padlock Waiting for the cops to drop House for sale on the corner fill a jail Yale graduates who don't know the half of it Controlling the average shit On a verge of a breakthrough The right move will Take you on a wrong turn Results will shake you Mystified by surprize attacks Take yourself off the block Blending in with night colours my brother [Chorus] No two people are the same Situations change Like the weather so whatever Some of them are wild and can't be tamed Situations change It's a shame now ain't it [x2] Some will die Some remainder like firestarters A few bystandsers will loose their life watter Of paradise Bust it But they fear cop Fear not Making my blood boil till it pop No matter how much sun will shine Rain will drop Like celestial skies will awe I was told Peeping through keyholes Looking at girls undressing I switched life mode to slow The life lining me I saw the darkness No longer a target Categories of my hope and glories Tell a story My syndicate beyond the pole Like a task force for me Fingernails loaded with dirt Blue shirt workers Treading the current Keeping my nose above the surface No life preservers So it go so it be Develop muscle on the daily fighting hustle Slave trade still effect Sucking me dry like bamboo sugar Parasites on the minutes my debut album "Service" Craving on my verbal premises Its a graphic scene Episode part is seen On the Hollywood silver screen [Chorus] No two people are the same Situations change Like the weather so whatever Some of them are wild and can't be tamed Situations change It's a shame now ain't it [x2] It's a shame, shame *witchy woman* |
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21 years of my lifetime (4x)
21 years Choclair's in the house (21 years in my lifetime) Ill B Uh (like that) You need to recognize 21 years of pure bullshit It makes me wanna bang my head on the walls And do some shit like all straight swarms in the malls Mentality, it's not where it should be When you see red and white lights break the night skies Reflection of a mad man in the tear Not another brother dies, another in handcuffs Mothers knees start to buckle up And fall when they see their child outlined in chalk Silence broken by shots or screams from knives cuttin through your flesh Cold steal interrupting blood streams The ponds are grim, but they froze if do it right or bring your luxury Man for real, it makes me wanna run the drug deal I'm sick of all this loose change, pennies, nickels, and dimes My pocket wants the bills, every day flat meals F**k this lifetime, struggling needs, stretch a dollar like a pack of Ramseys It's all that you can see, that you can be something when you had nothing Frontin just to be down, but only gettin clowned by your peers That swat fights happened at Nathan's Square every year Understand I Never seen my dad since grade 9 Maybe years before or after I don't know But I know that time flies So I just rely on my family My mother and brothers, and my boys is the first before these others And try to be strong through the hard times And tough times, my heart dies every time my mom cries CHORUS: (2x) ("21 years of my lifetime" repeats through chorus) All my life I kept my eyes on the prize But every time I reached for the prize it demised I wonder what's going on, but I gots to move I gotta keep my head and I gotta stay strong I look up in the air to see blue skies but grey clouds They all the same, it always rain Leavin on my face tear stains I try to cover the worry and sad Sittin there reminiscing on my dad And shit we never had And g's for some lead I repeat to my boys cause I love you all truly But people nowadays be acting unruly So I live for now without forgettin the past Cause I never know what time's left in my life glass I surpassed through Oz Not coming home in bullet wounds or in some squad cars But what shit is this the repetoir We all went to war, 45 non-stressed Screwdriver's in the car Situation's deep, juvenile influenced by veterans up in the street Biz, now these street kids Addicted to the game, unmarked cars and plain clothes roaming the terrain (In front ofclub blood stains) A mark of an assassin Livin up and no wage But all the latest fashion Custom made links and shit This is my pysche Now could this be, out of poverty Is this where fate wanted me to be My thoughts out of control Leavin stress on my mind (oh) The point of no return All my Richmond niggas know the steelo CHORUS (2x) I walk into the future on a narrow path But every step I take it gives me flashbacks upon the past Like the part I got stabbed Andguns to my brain, man this life is insane Sometimes I wish I was addicted to Novacane Cause leave the pain away, fade away, take my soul away See another day Dwellin upstairs with my grandma and grandpa Cross my heart, racin like I would be testin stamina And everywhere I look I'm seein white picket finces But reality I'll only see my boys gettin sentenced That's what I'm seein all around So f**k the picket fences All I see is elevators goin down But discouraged, nah I know where I wanna be Just smilin, strong like the island Cruisin on the ave in the black cad And with the sound press on the prodigy Minus DJs and the H-I-double L-T O-to the P Understand me Parents leave a child stranded So they grew up and to be bandits I can't manifest Richmond Crew All paranormal, to my peoples God bless 21 years of my lifetime |
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