Got called out by Natho
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQcE9KTao14&feature=channel_page
calling out my dude Bez
http://www.youtube.com/user/Bez1foryou
..using this beat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP-5F7WcMVk
Lyrics:
I'm a strong person, so I embrace the streets/
Acknowledge everything that it gave to me/
The street smarts, the heart, and it teaches you honor /
I feel so blessed, dispite all the mess, baptisted in tap water /
Full of leeches and piranhas / sharks and gators, and haters /
That wanna kill your dreams of lamping out on the beaches of bahamas /
Privileged kids of immigrants, come home from school, then teach their fathers /
I wanna thank the O.Gs that told me / to follow dreams, instead of selling drugs like he did and follow cream/
Be yourself, a lot of boys wanna be men for halloween /
And Bloods told me to watch my back / Crips taught me how criminals act /
This one guy we called scarface, showed me how much damage you can do with a blade / And i didnt learn about aids from a health teacher /
But from a good dude that was inflicted with the bug, now his insides is burning with ether/ I hold all of the valuable lessons that you teached us/
Now, im a street scholar, holla at my disciples and tell my apprentice to pay attention/
Of detectives, sketching/ portraits of deceptions/
If they cant put you in a box like Pac, they'll put you in a box to rot/
Students of the school of hard knocks, in a permanent detention/
Did I mention/ Im a legend/ Im an engine / for a revolution that is pending/
All I need is followers, I know this struggle is never ending/
But Im here to inspire, all those who aspire, this is motivation Im lending/
Inspiration and depression, Im mending/
This is my blood,sweat, tears,my heart and passion that Im lending/
Its time for an intervention / its not just me, my whole generation Im defending/
All of our desires, dreams and hope, Im blending /
Ill show you what goes on in the mind of a young writer, walking down the streets with his head down, hiding his face under a hoody/
Its a mysterious place, like the ancient ruins of Angkor Wat, with missing statues of Apsaras, that tomb raiders stole and sold as goodies/
A young kid consumed by the corrupted streets and viewed as a gangster /
That needs help on his grammar/ but inside, he has the biggest heart you ever seen ,ever since he lost his grandma/
And this goes out to the old Italian mobsters at the park, playing bocce ball/
Telling stories how they used to distribute guns when they were young, serving more people than volleyball/ I know most of us, it wasnt our choice to be evil so ill take a stand and be the voice of the people/
If you like reality shows, then listen to me, I'll really show you how reality goes /
Beyond all the glitz and life's galore/
I'll vividly show you what they don't want you to know, I wont lie to you or hype it more/
You wont like what I'm saying, its the truth, you can call me the street's young Michael Moore/
Its like I got sodium penthotal in all of the chambers of my heart, I cannot lie /
My occupation in life: make my loved ones happy, so let me reflect on my way of life, I cannot die /
Thats why I walk out of parties, I am not drunk, I am not high /
I feel like I've been sent to this Earth for a reason /
To protect the vexed, reach for the weak, comfort the hurt /
And help the vulnerable from their demons /
I'm the dope for the fiends and, the razor for the cutters /
And the warm bubble bath for the hard working mothers/
I'm the air pump for the asthmatic, the formulas in mathematics /
Nose candy for the crack addicts, the secret stair case to your attic/
The fresh flesh for the maggots/
This is real talk, like homeless aids patients, reciting poems on the subway /
Imma make you respect me somehow and someway
See, every time I prepare to make a rhyme /
I get lost in my own thoughts, I isolate my mind /
Unaware of my location, never mind the date or time
Cant no one but myself, knock or shake my grind /
Like chiropractors, these untalented bastards try to break my spine /
My slanted eyes, concentrating on the paper / few seconds later /
Every blue line, seems to rise, just like water vapor /
My brain is complex, too deep / sometimes its too steep /
To climb out of my own sleep / everything I say when I speak /
Influenced by the cold streets / so when I look down at the looseleaf /
All I see is concrete, blood, tears, junkies with loose teeth /
So I adapt to the season, when I fall, I'm turing a new leaf /
I speak of the truth, try to reach to the youth /
Don't always believe the true lies that they try teaching to you/
Me, him, and her...this is the real world, the cold hard truth, that I'm leaking to you /
you talk to long lol, but once you started rapping i had to watch your lyrics were sick 5stars!
lovelyti2002 2 years ago
I apologize!
ITSMANNY80sBABY 2 years ago
dam thats a sick ass flow. and u killed it!
hey tho bruh were u get ur hat? and wat is ur shirt called cause that shit g0! i wanna cop that hat tho.
x510YaDaDaMeAn 2 years ago 2
good looking dude. I copped my fitted in the BX and the shirt is Daves Quality Meat.
ITSMANNY80sBABY 2 years ago