Lyrics:
Eyelids peel back pre-alarm cackle
My mid meal packed for day's tackle
Fly tracks but wacked radio crackle
MF DOOM plus NF gloom tunes
An effort
woes
Ain't no complaints, we all good
From the projects straight to the burbs
We ain't going back to the hood
We all gon' stick to the plan
We all gon'
Overwhelmed by my tone
I just want to be known (known known)
I just want to prove that I grown
Back my words to my bone
My house my rules
I'm calling first
To and fro, back and forth is vain technique
Make each minute into a century long blissful seeming stillness
Sway not oh seer satanic but tremble
Seek thou
This trauma splinters then re-enters every vein
These demented entities inflict it just to rearrange
Your mind so the Drama gets cemented in your
niggas is gone, rest in peace though
Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV
have
When you stable in ya project
Wanna be humble
Want 'em to believe
Every nigga wanna rap
Or go to the league
RDK or LBJ
Gotta pick one
Cause it
maze, or
Hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you, how easy it'll be to take
The city by storm with a whole force behind you?
Shotty in
keep that heat on me
Is 50 Grand in my jeans now that's the team homie
Now make it clap (Uh)
I got a rack (Uh)
Now throw it back (Uh)
Like it like that
why these bitties runnin' back for that leng on that corner
I can't sleep at night man it fucks with my head
I got niggas that are stuck up in that
Miami
So I keep that heat on me
Is 50 Grand in my jeans
Now that's the team homie
Now make it clap (uh)
I got a rack (uh)
Now throw it back (uh)
Like it
Ready to tackle
But something bothers me
A drawer
Left open like a program
Running eternally in the back
Forward motion
A flood of emotion
That's why I'm
on the numb tips
Of street entrepeneur fingers
Stuck in the walls of the project halls
Where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can
Be
been gettin cakey now the money taste sweet
like pastry they hate me ( back at you)
now tell me how it look
would you rather live life like me or by
better run fast...
[Chorus 2X]
[Timbo King]
In front of the projects, objects are fallen
Hit and run, drunk drivin leads to man troublin
I come from
to a round of clapping
Emma's by the stairs nodding off or napping
Take her to my bed and leave her in the morning
She couldn't care less
When
heard, go and spread the word
If you been shot by us, then that's what ya deserve
We stay ghetto, not suburb, dress superb
Keep birds in the cage wit
in the sun
Touching my projects with my right arm
[Verse 2]
Yo, you said it
Here is my retaliation
I've always wanted to hit back
I'm putting you in
stranger, your life's a mystery - Powered by human genetics and poetry
THE SECRET OF THE LEACHING NETWORK AND U.I.:
Divided in 3, each fighting their own
out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold
Take it back ta like motherfucking eighties and shit (we love, you)
My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim
Tucked in my Chucker boots,
zu's could rest in dirt
The projects is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are scared to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in
everyone meets walking the beat
But whose keeping score
cnd everybody needs a new escape
cnd just a little bit more
It's what you don't know you project
Is
music by myself,
in the studio I dwelled.
Dropped a project but I can’t really promote it
there no shows and I hate putting work in fo’ no one to notice
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