Lyrics:
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
down for confrontation
I rap for the kids in
Buildings with little education
Urban children
Herbing you daily's our occupation
Suburban kids get with it
It's time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
metaphoric context
See you, stop frontin' like a soldier and
You really want combat
Before you get shot and sent home with only
One arm like a former Vietnam
think cus I spit mystic business
That I can't clutch on the bar and then lift it
They don't like, how I do it all from home
But it still sounds cold
Im
Things you should know...
You gotta live by the code
Yea I can't say I'm trapped out cuz I juug off my laptop
But junkies'll pass by cuz I stay by
women I'm just saying what i like
When the party is over and you gotta turn on the lights
If you not paying attention
How you spending it right
thugs (tellin' me where I can go)
I'll be waitin' for you (can she go with me? when I'm comin' home)
Until you get through (and all that ol' crazy shit)
get'em gone
And they gotta move Fast
Straps on deck
Can't let a nigga play wit me gotta make it home can't be my last
By any means necessary won't lose
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
outta here anyway"
I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what a OG told me
Gots to find someplace
outta here anyway"
I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what a OG told me
Gots to find someplace
On a spiritual journey looking for a place to call home
Nowhere to go except here so I gotta get in my zone
Once upon a time there was a wizarding lyrical mystic
wave no white flag in this urban war (this urban war)
Head shots so you murder stars (murder stars), check out my perfect form
Straight out the eye
[Shaq]
Believe it or not I love all playa hatas (bring it)
Ha ha ha ha
'Cause ain't no love lost here baby
Say what you gotta say
it in)
Yeah, word, throw your hands up (get it in)
When there's war for the cause
Of course I gotta (get it in)
On the blaze on the mic, you know I
don't wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5
Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed
Livin in America, this shit is a facade
But you gotta
by
In the malls in the streets ones that stay fresh and fly
Man I gotta testify love ladies that’s classified
Talking about a real woman not these
so I talk this way
Gotta write what I'm livin' in graffiti
It's the hood hieroglyphics
So I'm lookin' for a wall to spray
You could picture me
Every hallway gotta a nigga wit some crack in it
So don't get trapped in it
Come on home wit me, where my parents wit um...
Leave me alone
So early
Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
Right now you're listening to Tropical Storm by JD Fuller and Kisatrix
And Young Subway
at high speeds you know what I see
Things flying by me
Im watching everything to the front and beside Me
And one bad decision get a vision where you find me
the answers
You need
No need for secrets
Mystic
His power aint magic
Imagine imagine
All the silliness
And happenings
Was all right for your good
And would
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