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Introduction track for 80's Baby: White Privilege.
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Gone girl
Came to city with nothing,
No dame, no diddy, no fucking
Ruthless P
To tell these man who I be
(P I beg u tell these man who u be)
Ok, well tell these man, take a seat
I was born on the bad side,
The thorn in my dads side.
I ain't boasting I'm just warning these rap guys,
The flow is the maglite, shone in the face of these man.
Got them paro, like they bunnin a 8th of that dank,
And for sake of your fam, please don't try me I was made to go ham,
Like my son was Canaan,
Back in the day I was Paul,
In them blacked out ray bans
that Stevie Wears.
I was needing a prayer.
Just me with my brear's,
Think C and DD was there,
Told me the way I sound on CD was rare.
Like the Dead Sea scrolls,
This is deathly cold,
This my path, inshallah I get my minute to speak,
Like caveman your image is weak,
Only difference between Di Vinci and me,
(What's the difference P?)
I been on the street,
this is for my bredders that sleep,
In the day and dream of the nighttime.
About arenas & fine wines.
About Beemers and bright lights.
They tell ya to hold a 9-5,
Not how to roll the dice right, bye.
Bye bye bye bye baby
no more workin them jobs
Bye bye bye bye baby
No more servin them shots
X4
For too long
I let these amateurs reign,
Now it's time,
To get your camera again.
Spit it live from the manor,
Where the man are insane.
Where the grams are exchanged,
Where the savage and saints,
Collide in the nighttime,
Cos grinding that 9-5 is bake,
And bosses take the piss,
They ain't bosses though, bosses take a risk.
And no holidays, for shit.
Cos the money never sleeps,
While u were sunning of the beach,
Spent 10 summers hungry on the street,
Duppying these beats,
Now cuzzy im in beast mode
Used to chill with Gully and De Bow,
Waiting on a reload,
Listening to Rico,
Now I chef it up
Michelin, like bistro 51
This is for the City slum
Where the lift pissy.
And bushi no ichiban (love & honour)
Is worth more then gold,
Cos the money made serpents,
are colds and they'll hold you in a grip,
Colder then the soldiers taking pics,
Out in Abu ghraib.
See when I'm out on road I keep the Tutankhamun face
See I used to be too arms,
Now I'm too calm for these mothfuckers
Used to want new garms new charms,
Now it's new yards for my brothers yeah
No more working them jobs
No more serving them shots
No more working them jobs
No more serving them shots
Bye bye bye bye baby
no more wokin them jobs
Bye bye bye bye baby
No more servin them shots
X8
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