Lyrics:
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is s***ty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me
Looking for trouble
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes
and listen to tongues wag,
i carry my records to the contest in a scum bag.
blind my eye, crippled my ass,
haven't you ever heard of triple bypass.
it's
These streets don't love you, nah these streets don't love you
Moving in the trenches and surviving by any means
Eye on my paper, other eye on my enemies
You'll be with me in paradise
You'll be with me in paradise
You'll be with me in paradise
Pierce by the pain
With my own blood stained cross
Im
to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by
I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin' like hot flames
It's how
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
life
I'm walking in the street and the moon shines bright
A little melody is spinning on my mind tonight
I gotcha it's the song about chihuahua
Yeah,
Mmm yaow
Oho ooo
Tell me what you see
When you look into my eyes
I'm soo lonely on street meni obia wo this side
I'm working so harder
Jah bless my
hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen
redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions trace back to the griots. Follow my story and you'll know
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
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mum mah)
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's
the streets like the sewers let loose
Know my name rings bells in the game 'cause I'm the truth, keep hustlin'
I was born a hustler, I'ma die a hustler
I
months pregnant with Ryan
I figured I'd go to the East by
My T for some peace and quiet
I ended up running the
Streets with my cousins, sitting in the back
crackers
And them scheisty ass niggas if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
(for this moment)
You sure took your sweet time
Down by end alleys and broken roads
You took my darkest hour and you made it shine
I was born (I was
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
born free
Born free, born free
Yes I was
Born free, born free
Born free, born free
No matter what they try to tell me
See my people suffering day in day
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