Intro: from movie}
Most persons never have a chance to get into a studio Never get to see or hear a record being And only experience the product now, you had no way of learning Of the anormous complexity of the recording And this appreciation of music We can't hope to all the complexity But we hope to you some insight For the musical forces at And have a good time in the
2X: Lil Dap
Run for you life, if your life you Live behind the gun, and is what you get Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and Listen to the word, how word is bond
Word is on the of Gas & the Plate The don who got up by mistake Time flies yo we chillin at his Sittin up, suing and shit feel type fake Nice '88 black is held down with the face The way shit was going, wrote out his will them be sneaking upon niggas, 'cause he love to kill Met war, slouching cars, to you bon voyage One fourth of tears out from the eyes of your mom The rise of your is on, negative or positive You trying to live right or wrong, something got to give Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, you seen him Prisoners walk, always try to go for Year two thou, space, niggas delete them Praying god, everytime we
2X
{Lil My dreams to walk the streets open hearted my peeps Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel scholars More power to devour all fake MC's Uncle Tom the playa hating jellin on me So we jellin to our music, 'cause that's all we Break it down to the ghetto, with ill ass flow Walkin or nights, business sights and fights Bodies and souls are gettin picken all Indeed yo, in the streets is what you see Try to speak the forth, but no one me Moms please listen to me, dust into black Running for my life, and there's no turning back
2X
Yo were I'm ENY, where there at? Brooklyn Got heads turning, Cali to Fort Ten I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you dick I'm strickly biz You know who it is, when you Brooklyn Every fuckin borough scared of them kids And don't wonder why, just please thru With your 10 ice, and see what we do It nuthin new, just the same old thing Will snatch chain, invect your brain That was my frame of mind, when I think way The thing to say was, my name was K Slack To overgate my sins, so I can be again Still livin the rasta farayan You listen to my words, and you be born A life filled, a worn
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