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Blu & Exile - Below The Heavens: In Hell Happy With Your New Imaginary Friend (2007)
featuring Miguel Jontel.
Lyrics:
I was cold hearted and young...
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Blu & Exile - Below The Heavens: In Hell Happy With Your New Imaginary Friend (2007)
featuring Miguel Jontel.
Lyrics:
I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
Cause fun days don't last, the last nigga to laugh
So rap fell on my tongue, numb feelings remain
And pain comes and it goes
But my wounds shows the room where my pops beat my moms
Moms screamin' for help, myself hot as a sun
Cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
That I got from my pops top drawer
When he left my momma twice in a week
My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets
With seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Got heat from the newborns scorned brother
Blu black hearted and young
Raps fell off his tongue
Numb feelings remain
The pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
The game heartless and young
Dumb niggas with guns cause fun days don't last
The last nigga that blast got shots all in his back
Wrath fell on his soul but in my soul he remains
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the moon shining off of his blood
His blood ran through his moms
His moms ran outside
5 niggas with guns
Seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Pulled the heat and he was through
Threw dirt on his casket his mom will re-mask it
Still couldn't hide tears years pass her son
Numb feelings remain
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the groom that still married my mom
My mom still had a son
Dumb kid with a gun, that I got from my pops
Top drawer when he left
My momma fightin' for years
My momma fightin' her tears
Now she gotta explain the game of her life to her son
But the sun still shines
Nine children and a newborn scorn brother two
Blu, life isn't young
Dumb kid with a tongue, that I got from Hip Hop
But she left me for you, so I'm a give her to you
Cold hearted and young
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Final iTunes CDQ Version...
Jay Electronica - Exhibit A Transformations (Prod. Just Blaze)
Lyrics:
I spit that wonder rhymer shit, me and my conglome...
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Final iTunes CDQ Version...
Jay Electronica - Exhibit A Transformations (Prod. Just Blaze)
Lyrics:
I spit that wonder rhymer shit, me and my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Get the type of media coverage Obama get, spit that Kurt Vonnegut
That blow your brain Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gone bring the game back?
Who gone spit that Remo on the train tracks
That gold rope, that 5 finger ring rap
Runnin with my same pack
You can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at
Life is like a dice game
One roll could land you in jail or cuttin cake blowin kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls
The stench is like slave blood at Providence Hall, yeah
They built my city on top of a grave
Nigga die, nigga get high, and watch the parade
Back in the early 90s, "Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat" was a popular phrase
Bally animals and rugbys was the popular craze
This the vivid memoirs of an obnoxious slave
I paved ways like Nat and Harriet, I blast on Judas Iscariots and peel off in the chariot
Im sittin pretty, spittin flames, grippin grain, aint a damn thing change
They say "Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream", blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream
Knock a man house down and build a casin(o), a 2000 dollar government check from FEM(A)
I swam down shits creek and came up clean, with a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne (reference to the film shawshank redemption)
Its the most poetical, Nat King Unforgettable
Clarence 13X Allahs rhapsody from Belleview
Im splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change, things will never be the same
I got the rap game singing At Last like Etta James, lames get they plane shot down like John McCain
Its a dream, its a dream, the flows elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King
A lot of kings seen death and turned queen, crack they 24 inch rims in the ravine
Respect the architect, never test the Elohim, goodnight this is Jay Elect live from New Orleans.
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