Lyrics:
It's a ghetto fairytale, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It was two weeks before my son's birthday
The DT's ringing my bell
(Mam' we need to ask a few
people protestin' in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here,
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
He was her man, she was his wife
And one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
Yet still he
shouldn't be here doing this
Between the headlines and deadlines I've got no time to reminisce
That's when he said sounds like you're a busy man son that
of man
Been that way for a long time
Son of a daughter of single moms
Who had waited there in that long line
For that DSS for them 8 kids
A proud women
[GZA]
Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty
Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me
Quickly drop non-stop rec shot
What I took
By the poison tongue
And justice is a fickle whore in my life
You were the special child
You were the special child of the family
You were the chosen
The possibilities increase
The pain of lose their sons
The sons forget their parents
Removed by the greed
The greed of the kings
How can you live with
Billy told me that sometimes
It takes a grown man a long time to learn
Just what it takes a child a night to learn
And my son proved his words
on cloud nine fuckin with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs
I'm gettin
Through the pain of the pouring rain
I gaze into the storm
And I imagine I'm the son of a man
Who will hold me close and near
With these bruises on my face
and tracking and snaking you
Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr
By far we are truly gifted ones, son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us
(Hit-Boy)
A man reproduces himself, through his child
So when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while
Maybe buy
waits in sleep
One day this king
Was met by Abram's company
Who gave a tenth of everything
A blessing he presents
And, in one sense
The sons of Levi
Dedicate, dedicate, dedicate, dedicate
Dedicate, dedicate, dedicate
Them man told me I'm going in
I said I came here to penetrate
Gods child I'm my mother son
Our dad
Would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day
He was solid as a rock
But by eight
is the fate of the conceited core of man
Under the black sails we stand
Blessed by maximum glory now it's time for revenge
I despise all
That thee words spoken by the Magnificently and Mighty One
Will be closer to your being than the the beating heart in thy chest
The ways of our past are
heard him rhyme
Once you lock a man down, preserve his mind
Check his rap sheet
Misdemeanors and some tax fees
Stressed for a minute
Now he's back on his
the surface
If you ain't B.I.G. then you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, to the permanent sleep
farewells to them all,
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still stood in the hall.
And the hours passed by even
Our dad
would send us to our room
he'd be the voice of doom
he said that we would thank him later
all day
he was solid as a rock
but by eight
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