Lyrics:
out like a pelican do you think that you’re relevant
I’ll rape you like a cash cow that’s the role of a president
Yea I’m Broadway, it’s an odd day, if
Especially when the negatives start coming from your father
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to be hold
Marvin, my heart,
We're hard to knock, we got it locked
From every angle of music, the different sound view
R&B, Rap, whatever flavor, kid, it's all new
So say we bring it
in the U.S.A
Texas, Tennessee down in F.L.A
Way up in New York City at the Broadway show
They're wearin' boots and buckles while they do si do
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
City
Aks mi where mi from mi tell dem Badman City
City of sin, that we're living in
Some fall by the wayside, some can't swim
Badman a badman, fool is
and that is so
They say just do your thing, make your own dance, chill
We just let the music come from the soul
So every single kid can stay on the floor
talking to God, I know what I've been doin' G
Do you know how I be embarrassed?
My prayers sound like Ben Stiller's on Meet the Parents
And I ain't good,
ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy
feeling heavy I'ma drop 'em to the sound
Beat droppin' like a body that got shot by the pigs
Middle finger rhymes go and play this for your kids
Broken
always round to eat
Crossin' circles, countin' thousands at a thousand feet
Countin' sheep and he's sound asleep
Summoned from the deep, now I float,
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
it's real, But no one cares
Hide out on the dance floor, Mix in the crowd, Music so loud
Give them what they ask for, Just let the DJ kill dem with sound
the beat sounds nice
Oh I'll bring the music and we'll meet outside
If you're caught in the system despite the outcry
Don't let no one deprive you from being
learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere
Strum your guitar -- sing it kid
Just write about your feelings -- not
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
it back, these knickers too impacted by my energy
Up on Broadway mean they do the acting, it ain't cool to cap, just ask your enemies
And they all say
shittin', per usual
Broadway lights, Nas is ghetto-like, that's the musical
Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous
From the Bridge, swirl,
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
couldn't tell what
It's almost like he fell up, or maybe he flew down
Same kid from that small town wit a new crown
Doing it like it's natural
Stomping
sleep kid, but it's alright
Cause I can go ahead and do this all night
I get checks so she give me no lip
Get this flex from a quick
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