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I´ve been working in the shades. Trying to find my way.
I wanted to see what the future had for me.
When I was just a boy, I was lucky, I
on a track
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
she ugly as f-"
Tired of looking back
Trying to look in tact
Tired of seeing money by the gram and losing track
Tired of cookie cutter friends they
and broader reality
(The Crack Factory)
Is being kept secret by the same vested interest who controls our destiny
Who are these vested interest
And what are
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
Later) for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't
wrote that track last night
That's right
If me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fight
Ate him up down to the last bite, with maple syrup
Tales from a rusty old town where the sunlight beats down
Dazzlin' lights yonder takin' gold by the pound
Shack down by the tracks, hat way down low
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm
you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
Look back and you find
Tracks that make you relax and recline
Now cats rap about packing a nine
the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself, I'm on my own
But homes I could set the tone myself
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote
the Cash
Picked up lines for the money, it flirted back
We talked about the future, layed down a couple tracks
Never throw tantrums, Over here we throw
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
living feelin' so alive
Seven-Eight-One vision's crystal clear
Focused on the future but the present's near
Three-Two-Six loving daily tricks
Acts
rebel unit,
"The Valley of the Jeep Beats" (one two three four five six)
Hard rhyme and the rebel is on the mic
One time, rhyme animal's on the mic
an audible wheel and then forget the driver's seat, so how you gonna
Make a rap and then create a track with no discernable beat? C'mon now!
Is it really that
on all your bedroom wall
But if you be with Kan, gonna work ya walls
Straight from the South side of dem Chi-town streets
The top three in the game, with
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
panels to the ring of a unifying blood pact
Broken in by reckoning that greed and money was the right track
So I fly into the night
Astral project
immaculate beat
Blast with the heat, impact with this accuracy
Last one to sleep, just imagine what happened to me
Factory made, back to the graves and they
to hang or link, my future man I'm gambling
My handle really handling, full speed traveling
Focused on the tracks now the tracks need a following
Homie saw
on the beat
On my trap shit right now
Ya know
Im real tired of these niggas on these tracks
And they don't sound like shit
Ya know what im sayin
Cuz when I get
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