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Joshua Paul "Josh" Davis (born June 29, 1972), better known by his stage name DJ Shadow, is an American music producer and DJ. He is considered a prominent figure in the development of instrumental hip hop and first gained notice with the release of his highly acclaimed debut album Endtroducing....., which was the first album to be recorded using only sampled sounds. He has an exceptionally large personal record collection, with over 60,000 records. He is the cousin of singer and guitarist Richie Kotzen. more »

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (skrrt)
Right, right (uh)
Right, right (uh)
Right, right (uh)

If there's a ghetto in Heaven I hope that's leaked address
Whole pockets empty, was mad stressed
The block had to study like math test
F*ck it
Jump out a bucket, I'm thuggin' in public
My life in a rush and nobody can touch it
I climbed out the gutter eating bread and butter

Jealous of my living struggle with my mother
Did it with my brother, grew up with my cousin
Blew up on these niggas, they can't even stomach
I ain't asked for nothing, I ain't asked for nothing
I was out here hustling, nickel to a onion
Onion to a plate, shadow got me zoning
Conversate with omens
Momma told me, "Son you nothing, no diploma"
Cooking in the kitchen, crack was the aroma
Pots full of powder, sit on a napkin
Let it dry, we riding, any block we sliding 
Amg fitted, I been so committed
Shorty so explicit

Everything I got on, you know it's expensive
Everything I get on, critical condition
Run up on this money, I would always listen
Tryna make it happen 
In front of Pooch building
Early in the morning I was waiting on a package (true story)
Global now, getting bookings all across the atlas (everywhere)
I roll up the Gladys 
And watch out for badges, my bitch is the baddest
Life is worth much more than a Patek
Always elite, can't do nothing average (can't do nothing average)
He got in a beef, he ain't really know 
The gang he was jacking (at all)
It was like twenty degrees outside
They took off his jacket (come here)
I seen a lot of my homies change up 
When I started rapping (a lot)
I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin' me

(Uh-huh) uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh 
One two, one two, one two
One two

Oii, oii, 'bout time
Bump Dave East on the Southside
Little LC on the front line
Four deep in the back seat where the clouds high
Brown eyes, 'bout nine
All that time been about mine
In the same old spot in the street
Where the Feds don't watch
Everybody want to talk about Grime
But I knew about rap
Never handled a pipe (shit wack)
Never handled a scrap
But I soon got a handle of that, facts
Uh, I was heavy in the flat
Kids set and they ready to attack
In fact, one black he was running with the pack
One smack I was laying on my back
Yo I never could forget that beating
Uh walked home with a limp that evening
Leg broke and my head swole, bleeding

Metaphor for this life I'm leading
Uh all the times I was leaving
Better score for the nights I'm grieving
Coach saying it was my time, even
No comeback season, oh
Got left with a bunch of scars
I'm on the track with the youngers now
I better come correct
'Cause everybody got a one connect
But one dance I'ma done your set
I was a hoarder
What you about bricks and the mortar?
Straight to the fridge bare ice and the water
Was a private caller, Rick Nora
Fresh haircut, with a side parting and a border
Not a witch more a warrior

Keep the champagne not a class A courier
Fall back, not a real rap follower
If it's all shout like a champagne swallower
I'll leave you in a twist like Oliver
When I borrow an MC's shit, no copier
Aunt saying real words don't bother ya
Then why won't she holler ya
Saying that the streets don't love me, I don't love them 
G's don't trust me, I don't trust them
Still won't touch me, jealousy it must be
Still does more pain than it does them
'Cause it still don't work, escaping the dirt
See it from the stains on my shirt
I was raised on my Js, wasn't raised in no church
Raising the stakes, I label my worth like

Oh, label my worth like
Yeah
Dave East, Loyle Carner, Dj Shadow, Big Shadow, oh

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