Lyrics:
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Not my Central Park accuser
Not my ex-wife abuser
Not my beauty pageant user
Not my daddy's fortune loser
Not my missing High School grades
Not my
They removed God from the schools
Now look at all the chaos
Mutilating population
Reminds me of Adolf
Castrate the men and you'll have nobody to stand up
front of all the guys
Skipping school
We in Dubai
Central American mind
Anderson, he says goodbye
Ride into the high
Tory on the move
Mama coming home
We
I was the kid
That wept at school
Until the end of grade eight when I said
Never again
And didn't cry for twenty years
Infatuation and heartbreak
kind of central heater,
Be sure to save a seat for me.
Let me tell you 'bout wicked Sadie,
She's no baby,
The law came,
And tried to close her
side and
When I walk out in the sea
All the waves crash over me
When the world smashes into you
Let it be a central part of you
If you choose
and mace us
Call us dumb niggas 'cause our culture is contagious
Third generation, South Central gang bangers
That live long enough to see it changing
Amphoteric the name, Central Cali band,
Local shows, t-shirts, EP's, no plan,
Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords,
They wanted more guitars
rose up
(It's hot out) every time he got a bird
And the crack rose up (Free)
I don't jog in Central Park
Don't need mistaken identity (Capo)
Watch for
to submission
Tom Cruise on a mission
Pull a RnB singer, bring her back to South Central
I shine just like a popstar, MJ my initial
Kobe Bryant with the spin
to school
Be calm and cool don't be no fool
I'm talkin north and northwestern, and central too
K.C. and Joyce we gonna rock for you
I'm sayin peace to my
side and
When I walk out in the sea
All the waves crash over me
When the world smashes into you
Let it be a central part of you
If you choose
motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, that
When we sell this load
We'll have twice what we started with
Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast
Old school
zone to school every day
And my lil journey to the Central from Beacon
Had real fights, first time I ran from police lights
Children
Mourning my middle
and it's my brother right on side of me
Central air
That shit was kinda rare
Cold winters
Hot summers
But ion wanna take it there
I had friends that did
my therapy is the only way I reflect you know
Yo my first car was 5 hundred dollars bitches used to laugh
Remember breaking down the central and them
it
I'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinner
Maybe buy a little liquor I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul; love
schools, the rumors was gettin' loud
Men hate women, make up lies and spread 'em around
I grew up on the line 'tween north and south
I-95, two airports,
everything you wanna be but have yet to become
It all started back in '99 when time was hard
North Carolina Central but we called it the yard
Cause niggas
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Gyeah
We're on this smooth shit
Takin you back to the old school (westside)
Gyeah
Hoo-Bangin in the house
And right about now
We got
goin' to school, I ain't from that side
Ain't had no choice, sent me back to the South, now we in Central housing
I'm seventeen in 2017, Rico was still
guitar
We all went to Crenshaw High School together in South Central Los Angeles
And I had the idea of let's make a metal band, let's make rock band
of rap
It wasn't always played on every radio station
It was us makin the best out of a bad situation
Inner city schools stopped teaching us instruments
We
probably just had sex with him
She's out of your possession
You cannot protect her then
South Central that's my residence
Deadly like those Seven Sins
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