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By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
you mapped it out
It's crazy
I'm either ahead of my time or I should have came from the 80s
I was told that I would be a star since I was a baby
I'm
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
don't do it by thirty or forty, I'm pushing til fifty
And If I don't do it by sixty or seventy, pushing til eighty
I got a goal and it gon dissolve cause
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
year that all
Y'all playa haters can bite me
Around this bitch
Me and you, your momma and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on vogues
Comin' up
my thing cause I don't give a shit
How you niggas wanna swing
You can get touched
Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
Cause y'all just be
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
why I have to live a life that’s so fantastically outside
of what one thinks of as reality
I had a song to sing
I said, “make music with me,"" he said
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say
to me girl
'Cause I wanna sing for you
I know I said that I ain't thinking but don't ask me why
I just get so damn caught up the time will pass me by
But
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
I'm turnt up right now
I'm turnt up right now i'm off half a bean
It's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
I'm turnt up right now
I'm
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
on independence
That's why I have to fucking laugh
At these independent rappers
Who really get smacked up
By they CEO's
When they get the heart to ask for more
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
control and it's killing me
Now it's suppressing my vulnerability
I sure just like invading space
In circa nineteen eighty-eight
The turpentine just made me
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
Baba God Blessing no go pass you by,
Him go bless you so Tey dem go ask you why
And the bad belle people dem go pass you by
Cos baba God no go let
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a y'all
By the time I started rhymin' in the late eighties
The drugs in Cali was crazy
[Chali 2na]
Nine-teen eighty
Nine's the number this is
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