Lyrics:
Don't be lookin' to the sky for birds or planes
All you'll find is a dark Lotus spittin' the black rain
Body slammin' each other on clouds makin'
and tecs
And got you feeling hesitant
to step on stage and represent
It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
Creates paranoias inside
and even sodomized
She didn't know - all of this was a surprise
So now she's scarred for life, nothin can change that
Being treated like some dog by some
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
humanity rising
life depriving
mankind decline
black humor falls in place
evolve in catalogue
prey of progress
self-evolution contribution
on losing my grip
But things ain't legit, my moms passed that it
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever, Duke, I move clever
I must keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot
I step
end
There's many different ways I'ma win
My brain jiggle in pickled jars
Brooklyn phenomenon, Worf
A lush in bars, black fingers splittin' cigars
jewels extra large like stretch I'll show you my strength
Fiends get their check on the first
Be gone by the second the third they
Come on stolen shit
no feelings, nor good nor evil
The apathy of a depressed human sense
Deep in this black soul lies the final horror
Take a step into your personal
what they do
'Cause I'm no biter, Ill just write a
Rap that caps on a young sucka that might a
Step outta line, dissin' a ryhme
becomin Mac Dre
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
Damn my man gonna
Be hot bout this hicky on my
Watch your mount
No VIP we be by the bar
Conversating with the superstars
"What you drinking on girl"
No
was the pride of the summer that year
She was my sweetheart, my lady
We walked to Black Rock and stopped by the Loch
It's good to be young and daring
the wrong channels
Step out your house in your Sunday's best brown flannel
Rockin' your khakis, you a tall kid, they fit me baggy
You try to follow I'ma
you step into Dirty's domain
This cold game got you switchin' identities and code names
I went from enough ta mo game, growin like Rogaine
keepin'
bet you to step to this one that's cute
She stands with her man hope he's chicken like Perdue
If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon
Try
Cause it's made when we step we rock the two-tone gators
Served proper by the waiters, all food be catered
You ain't gotta see the kitchen, you just lay
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
our battle be won
Battle all the lands
It's the triumph of the ages
Empires fall by hands
In the triumph of the ages
Black demonic hordes
The time is right
Be ridin' the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight
But I'm not though I'm just on them Black & Mild's
And people
clip that's about to explode
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
O.M.B. could provide that power
Power, from the brothers in black (ha!)
No radio can stop this track (ha!)
The Ridd, yeah, gettin rid of MC's
I get them
with the boys in black when your ass get tapped
By Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., the mafia of rap
Life of last (lane) never been delayed
Commit a crime on stage
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