In my heart, in my I'm win anytime me to wait, give me a sign And I'm shine I'm gon' (9X)
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll your brain! Two hundred-thousand dollar whips and cops, crips, crack cocaine, Tupac, Chris, I'm still feeling the Seven year-old girl and slain What all mean goin' insane? In this struggle, stress, and panic Where I'm from we do not eat organic (talk it) See my mama cannot afford Whole She break fast with a prayer, call it soul Where I from Let it Where I come No one runs when run low In lump we choose the dum dum dum bullets, dun dun We living in the slums Where scum conceal stun The mum for fun, son Conundrums ain't In this cesspool New York Shitty I call it 'cause it smells like shit around hunchback or you might get hit I a nigger who sold crack to his moms The same sold crack to his kids Lookin' like 300 comin' from his bid, like "Pharoahe, get this money for real"
He said "Pharoahe, let's get money up!" the fuck? What you need me to holler at Rifkin? Let him escape from New York like Plissken? I told you the gate that you needed more marketing And major labels is not listening Stood in a stance, teeth glistening From the gold in his mouth, the breeze was whistling I contemplated my retort, eyes in On a crucifix his neck I guess he was then the police siren it pitched into the sound Track to the so I spoke with conviction as if I was 6'10", thick skin, Put a little bass in my like pitch bend 'Cause where I come Where I come from, we all come Sky, moon, stars, and a sun skin tones, the blood is one The pen is the to my automatic I bring to fruition what I write to get me out of the And I'ma shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, Shine like the sun, the is mine Each line is speech designed to time and reach The unborn and transform your And I'ma
New York If in the house If you're turning it out without a You know what I'm talking scream and shout Everybody say (sh-sh-shine shine) Now Detroit the funky beats Gettin' wild on the See the of the beast Say the police up, X?] (Sh-sh-shine shine) Chi-town, with the sound Soul by the pound, get on down the fuck do you WOAH! Say (sh-sh-shine shine) West coast with the most Holding your Brag and say shine shine shine Dirty (repeats)