In my heart, in my I'm gon' win Tell me to wait, me a sign And I'm shine I'm gon' (9X)
Look man, do not get my block pissed, blast your brain! Two hundred-thousand dollar and chains Crooked cops, crips, cocaine, Tupac, Chris, I'm feeling the pain Seven girl shot and slain these all mean We're goin' In struggle, stress, mayhem and panic I'm from we do not eat organic (talk about it) See my cannot afford Whole Foods She break fast with a prayer, call it soul Where I come Let it Where I from No one runs when run low In sums we choose the dum dum dum bullets, dun dun We living in the slums Where scum conceal stun The mum for fun, son ain't pretty In this called New York Shitty I call it that 'cause it smells like Walk around or you might get hit I knew a nigger who crack to his moms The same motherfucker sold to his kids Lookin' like 300 comin' back his bid, like "Pharoahe, let's get money for real"
He "Pharoahe, let's get this money up!" the fuck? What you need me to holler at Steve Let him from New York like Snake Plissken? I told you from the that you needed more marketing And major labels is not listening Stood in a B-boy stance, teeth From the gold in his mouth, the summer was whistling I contemplated my retort, fixed in On a crucifix around his I guess he was Just then the police siren it pitched into the Track to the so I spoke with conviction Spoke as if I was 6'10", skin, Put a little in my voice like pitch bend 'Cause I come from Where I come from, we all from Sky, moon, stars, and a sun skin tones, the blood is one The pen is the ammo to my I bring to what I write to get me out of the slums And shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine Shine like the sun, the world is Each line is speech designed to transcend and reach The and transform your mind And I'ma
New If you're in the house If you're turning it out a doubt You what I'm talking about Just scream and Everybody say (sh-sh-shine shine) Now Detroit with the funky Gettin' on the street See the mark of the Say the police up, X?] (Sh-sh-shine shine) Chi-town, the funky sound by the pound, just get on down What the do you WOAH! Say (sh-sh-shine shine) West coast side the most Holding toast and boast Everybody say shine shine Dirty (repeats)