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Listen Base Jam - Bukan Pujangga


Where Have You Been (Jay-Z Featuring Beanie Sigel)

[Beanie Sigel]
Damn how am I gonna say this shit?
hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
'cause I looked just like you
Said I'd be nothing but a crook
just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'Cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog I can't see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
** you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nigga you make me sick
pussy you could....ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nigga you left my mom
left us with no good-bye's
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nigga some of my hungriest nights
shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop shit

chorus: (Beanie Sigel)
dad where have you been
(and when you come home you got us here all along)
mommy where daddy went
(you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him)
mommy what happened then
(what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?)
daddy where have you been?
(nigga, you gonna hear me out)

I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)
wanted to talk just like him (word)
often momma said I look too much
and I thought just like him (it could happen)
wanted to drink Miller nips
and smoke Newports just like you
but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you
I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"
bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?
do you even remember the tender boy
you turned into a cold young man
with one goal and one plan
get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one
always short with the income
always late with the rent
You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
always playin the bench (waitin)
and that day came and went
** You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain
but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again
will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?
Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?
Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"
please don't cry everything'll be alright
I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light
It's us against the world
we don't need him, right? (right)
mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)
I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now
we doin real good
we don't miss you now
see how life twists around? (**a!)


I Love To Boogie (T Rex)

We love to boogie, we love to boogie
Jitterbug boogie, Bolan pretty boogie
We love to boogie on a Saturday night

Belinda Mae Fender's got a Cadillac Bone
Jenny's lost her cherry walking
all the way home
The passions of the Earth blasted it's mind
Now it's neat sweet ready for
the moon based grind

We love to boogie
We love to boogie on a Saturday night
We love to boogie
High school boogie, jitterbug boogie
We love to boogie on a Saturday night

You rattlesnake out with your tailfeathers high
Jitterbug left and smile to the sky
With your black velvet cape
We love to boogie, we love to boogie
Jitterbug boogie, Bolan pretty boogie
We love to boogie on a Saturday night
and your stovepipe hat
Be-bop baby the dance is where it's at

I love to boogie
Yes I love to boogie on a Saturday night
I said I love to boogie, I love to boogie
Jitterbug boogie, I love to boogie
I love to boogie on a Saturday night

I love to boogie

Joe's Garage (Frank Zappa)

Central Scrutinizer:
We take you now to a garage in Canoga Park

(It makes its own sauce . . . if you add water)

It wasn't very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said
"Fender Champ"
And a second-hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin'
His dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Down in Joe's Garage
We didn't have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin' over 'n over
Became a symphony
We could play it again 'n again 'n again
Cause it sounded good to me

We could jam in Joe's Garage
His mama was screamin',
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we wouldn't get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin' the band together
'N we figured that we should
'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They'd all come over 'n dance around like . . .

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'N we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits
'N Beatle Boots
'N a sign on the back of the car
'N we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar

People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise
An' it wasn't 'fore very long
A guy from a company we can't name
Said we oughta take his pen
'N sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn't tell us when
These "good times" would be somethin'
That was really happenin'
So the band broke up
An' it looks like
We will never play again . . .

Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it DOWN!
I have children sleeping here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'N then they got that Disco thing
'N New Wave came along
'N all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in "Joe's Garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .

Central Scrutinizer:
The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the WHITE ZONE . . .

I said the years was rollin' by, yeah
The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm calling THE POLICE!

So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I did it!

So the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
They'll be here . . . shortly!

By, by, the years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police . . .

Mrs. Borg:
I'm not joking around anymore!

Officer Butzis:
Come out!
We have the garage surrounded

The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

I said the years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
You'll see now!
There they are, they're coming!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, would you!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:
Every day this goes on around here!

The years was rollin' by . . .

Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you
Or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

The years was rollin' by . . .

Mrs. Borg:
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Come out with your hands up

Central Scrutinizer:
That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut . . . and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

Southern Fried Intro (Ludacris)

Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together
So come on now and get up to it yall

[Verse 1]
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's around the corner
Cuz the little mother**er has the dopest shows
So one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake
Two times for my dawgs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, midwest, dirty south
Then we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal
*Boom boom* cuz they cant get what I gots
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time
And I'm about to make 'em choke
Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach
Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon)

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these skreets, know what I'm sayin'?
While he on tv, I'm in these skreets
And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it
Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though
I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National
I got my own record label, you heard of us
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?

[Verse 2]
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Ooh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way wanna baller block
Little do they know that I'm callin' shots
And I'm not to be **ed with
If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick
I tried to tell 'em, but they dont wanna listen
I tried to shine 'em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin'
And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools
Cuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rules
Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said
Hear what they playin', cuz thru this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead
Call ya' producers, cuz I'm hurtin' these beats
I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace

Yeah, folk
The King of the kings has spoken
ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block
We bouta let our nuts hang!
Disturbin' Tha Peace!
We dont die, we multiply
We makin Def Jam history
Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!

Jam (Toad The Wet Sprocket)

one more time he says good-night
turns out the door and off the light
cursing low as if she didn't know
one more time he'd comfort her
as if a word could break through her
she's so quiet and he's sick of it

too long, too late this time
too far, too great in my mind

one more time a run-around
nothing meant by anyone
fine with them, such a quite din
says he wants to leave a while
she just sits and tries to smile
"that's ok, it was boring anyway"

too long, too late this time
too far, too great in my mind

says she needs a worshiper
someone who'll do anything at all for her
wishful thinker
he don't need this schizo bull
each one misses by so far
they don't see it come, but who ever does...

What's Up With That (Master P)

((Master P))
Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what
Lets show these mother**ers

Master P dont take no bullshit
What up with that x4

((Master P))
I anit no joke and the TRU should be told
I write some rhymes and this shit go gold
Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin
straight to the top, endo they layin
Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest
and let you mother**er know that im the best
back in the days I used to lie for fun
now im gettin and im number 1
hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats
man I never sell out punk that just mean


((Master P))
ahh once again
from the south now im kickin it in cali
I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli
my main intension is to get paid
forget fame I write some shit that **s with you head
like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe
bates heads out for the pissite
mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight
runnin those kids just holler
but the dope man dont give a **, hes all about the dizzolars
but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck
cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a **


((Master P))
from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger
a straight, could never be a slanger
I left home because mom started bitchin
now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches
hoes only out for the money
brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies
I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops
young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock
my brother used to play nintendo
now the only game is to sell that endo
our house the set like a vet
im the new kid on the block, you bet
**in with P you got a hella of nerve
go back to sesame street, you look like big bird
or put your dukes up punk if you want some
or get your**chewed like bubble gum


((Master P))
Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days
them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade
control the crowd like a shark in the ocean
subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion
my dj g scratch gives him a hit
but the cops cant catch P cause im legit
the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene
and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream


((Master P))
yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios

Worldwide (Akinyele)

Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man Extra P in the house
But me and my man Akinyele
you know we goin Worldwide this tour
Cause yo you know how that go
We gon' get together y'all, word up
That's how we gon' bring it to you
We gon' go all around the world
get this money, and do what we got to do
Word up, my man Rhasaan in the house
We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up
Just give it to em Ak.. UHH

I been in and out all areas
And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the Ak's takin care of ya
Slap your**with real rap
I keep it underground, like subways, so I can stay on track
I'm not a carpenter, but I'll cut the rug
Think you can hang with Ak? Ha, that's your brain on drugs
Smack fire out your**like a flag from _Backdraft_
Didn't peep the movie, you don't know the half
Schoolin MC's until they start learnin
We don't gotta be Mississippi to watch the Ak start Burning
I kick that shit that's known to hit
So much rap lines, you might ** around and hang clothes on it
But yo it ain't no THING in it, your static-free rhymes
that you kick, need to be kicked, cause it doesn't got no CLING in it
Then you turn around and start SINGIN it
Hard Akinyele be brought, so I'm here to start BRINGIN it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin bitch niggaz
by the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's
Huh, scrapin you like a SCULPTURE, murder you for the VULTURE
My dozen dirty, my brains be donated to agri-CULTURE
So come on and face it, my skills are like medicine nigga
You just don't wanna taste it
You best to slide to the side, another corner of the map
Cause this here is worldwide

Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

Put them tired rhymes to bed, and loosen up your laces
Your shoes are too tight, and now it's goin to your HEAD
Me you feel you can pull with
Remember that I'm not a matador, so get off that bull-shit
I put rappers and singers in they place
A real rudebwoy with the raz', I write it all over your face
Leavin you bloodier than a MaxiPad
Crayola crayons, they'd have to Color Me Badd
So play like a midget and FORGET it
Cause I put oil to the fire, like an arsonist
when it comes time to SET it
I get more run than an ATHLETIC
Sharp as a hyper-DERMIC
Lyrics are flavored up like a dia-BETIC
I recoups, and they try to step to this
Nowadays I probably have as much kids as Jerry Lewis
My rhymes drip like a RAZOR, punch like Joe FRAZIER
I don't sell shoes, because I don't believe in FAVORS
Ducks better break North, before I start
baggin that ass, like a mother**in washcloth
Winnin battles cause I'm a hip-hop soldier
Act like you know, and ** what your girl told ya
No bluff, for years I've been IN THIS
A nine to five employee don't got shit on me
cause I done stepped to nuff rapper BUSINESS
Beggin for for-GIVENESS
Channel 7 news and people from Jehovah done WITNESSED
the whole Akinyele vibe
You know what I'm sayin kid, this here is worldwide

Worldwide -- yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

Ak not catchin wreck, come the ** on
Ring the alarm, I drop bombs like the Guard in Vietnam
I kick that shit, niggaz dream to write
My brain so hot that it ignites, but you can't see the light
Fast rappers can't speed by this, you better slow down
because I'm puttin the brakes on your**like Midas
Nope, it don't matter what type of slang you drop
I give you rope and you still can't hang with the Ak
For years I put ears through therapy
Watch a episode of Cheers before you come try the beer with me
I graduated from lobbies, bangin on walls for a hobby
I battle anybody, even a dead body
I got rhymes that would attack ya
so you better watch your back, or **in hire a chiropractor
Ain't nuthin change from BEFORE, slap niggaz with mani-CURES
Stomp you down, after a pedi-CURE
Here's another lesson, I'm not a quiz
So that talk about me not gettin biz that's out of the question
It's a Ak, jam, god damn don't get slammed
You catch the backhand, word to my dead man
You best to rest if you want peace
Cause like a hooker from up the street, I'm down for beef
I'm hotter than a sauna again the drama is rugged
Word to Sinead O'Connor, I be tearin shit up
Cause I sprayin immaculate, like a Mac-11..

* impossible to make out the rest of the verse with voiceovers *

I take you to London Worldwide
I take you to Europe Worldwide
Come back to Queens Worldwide
I take you to Russia Worldwide
I take it to the North pole Worldwide
I bring it back to Queens
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to the West Indies
I give it to em Worldwide
I take you to India
I give it to em Worldwide
I bring it back to Queens
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to Germany
I give it to em Worldwide
I take it to...

Watermelon (Common Sense)

I express like an interstate
Hyper when I venilate
My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reitterate
That I innovate
Bonin' broads when they men estruate
I speand a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man's thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you're *sniff* unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I'd be bonin the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
probably some scratch clothes and some J's
I got six thousand ways to rhyme
Choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab
My stutter styles crazy
Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
Cause I kick**
And when i wreck other rappers be like whiplash!
Verse Two:
It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
It's like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance
Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper
I'm a blow this shit out, cuz I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
I still would be deeper
Cause i had lyrics back when i used to run with Keyvin
MC's step to me, butt-ass ** like "What's up?"
I said, "You know you done **ed up
Now I'm sayin, "You know you done **ed up"
Everybody that here be say I'm Jams like the NBA
Cause I'm on fire
If I was a Michelan I wouldn't tire
It's funny how time flies
Well I'm as fly as time
I don't believe in role models
But if I do, then I'm mine
I make brothers say "True"
They be you and be like fiction
I want 'spect and dead presidents
Like Richard Nixon
I'm a coach not a player
Not a** mc, I'm straighter
My style is similiar to AIDS
You can f with it now
But catch you later
You can't touch this, cuz this is what I'm feelin bro
I'm the man, you need me I'll be on the fifth flo'
Just chillin
Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace
I'm out to Dirty Burgers I'ma give my change to Reese

Just Like Daddy (2Pac Featuring Makaveli)

Spoken: Outlaw In This
No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli
You can call me daddy
I'll be ya daddy
Foe tha ladies

Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio,
know ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy,
come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do ya just
like daddy

I met her when she was younger
when her daddy died when she was younger
her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her
her eyes shined love a dimaond and above
tha kind that you can love
Not yet touched with so much, potintial
youngster let me got ya mental
and to a place
with a sourness of pain you'll never taste
by God's grace
you were born with that face
nuthin but pure beauty
so for an enternaity I feel it's my duty
to be a SOULJAH
dippin I got plans to mold ya
and in tha coldest nights is when I hold ya
like Iam supposta,as we roll closer
I'll take your hand gladly, anything ya need ask me
supporting my baby just like daddy
You alveate tha stress spend time with you, I feel blessed
When you gone feel tha pain so strong deep in my chest
When i got arrested, came so close to goin to jail
throwin blows at tha po pos breakin they nails
screamin loud goin all out
Damn I did
You stayed locked down at moms house
watchin tha kids, thru tha whole bid
In tha V-I I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta ** you, you run and tell me
that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it
hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world
we untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I'am **in you
ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there
no need to fear so much insanity
and thru tha years
I know ya gave me your heart and plus
When I'am dirt broke and **ed up Ya still love me
(An Outlaw)
Boo would ya die for me?
Down holdin my pistol, gettin high
with mean sounds tougher than brisles
fool when you cry
I'll be ya tissue
back in tha county writin letters how I miss you
givin you credit, apoligetic how I dis you
get you for thinkin like a mona and on a level
and sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain
for total and twine ya
we right behind ya tru
life just me and you no tellin what we could do
(Another Outlaw)
Gettin high between tha sheets
Make tha shit right here discrete
Puttin nikies on ya belly while we **in on tha beach
I love it when ya nut up and grab me
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
loss soul lookin for shelta, on tha late night accept ya
treat ya good won't disrespect ya
My age is young
out of place bitch days is done
From a trixy to a missy
you know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing
Showed her how we swing
Now she rollin blunts for her king
1 day labled thug Mrs
tha essance of my ghetto sistas
hugs and kisses
that's just for me to be a father figure

If You Play Your Cards Right (2Pac)


Another shady mission, had enough of shady tricks,
you so suspicious, like watchin' pictures and haze vision...
tonight is love makin', take you any place you wish,
today we satisfied, and tradin' slowly kisses...
blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family,
not understanding the destiny, had a plan for me...
if I have kids, will I live to see 'em grow?..
tho' I don't know, I live the life of a Thug nigga until the day I go...
broken promises, a secret bound broken
I know I'll die alone, but yet and still I'm hopin'...
visions of prisons, maybe I'll be forgiven,
I know it's better in heaven cause being here ain't livin'...
close my eyes and see nothing but pain, the worlds crazy,
still look for a queen to plant seeds and have babies...
maybe I'll be the one, or just maybe I'm lost,
you'll never know, being cautious, and play yo cards right...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo


I'm always in the mix,
life is full of tricks...
I guess, tryin' my best,
nothing less, before I lay to rest...
my quest and future I'm mold like a new born baby,
intense and seldom to the world I'm so crazy...
my daddy raised me to be a man, do the best I can,
he said you won't succeed in life without a plan...
it's hard to take my people trade me,
with Indian hate, can't wait better change before it's too late...


They got me at the bottom of a deck, searching for my Ace,
I can't take too many jams, ain't much lovin' no place...
full of torman and soul, and it's written all in my face,
hollow inside, a crooked smile is the only trace...
a mission slightly incomplete,
misconceptions of success and defeat,
I rome these dark streets alone...
searching for yo homie, smokin' til I'm gone,
when I need someone to kind of lay my praries on...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo

[Edi Ameng]

December 30 in nineteen-ninety feen yeah,
my reincarnation steps in, born into a world that don't love itself,
but the love is wealth...
my little nigga listen closely, if you don't remember nothing else,
just remember that life ain't nothing but a game,
a gamble, and how you play yo hand will sho' explain,
for what's ever...
in times you gone journ into a crossroad, get lost tho',
keep on buryin' and let 'em see you up in floss mode...


Mysteriously it seems,
thru my deepest thoughts and dreams,
it's all wrong, Pac do wrong gone...
and now 18, I'm stranded on my own abandon here in a zone,
protect my throne...
pow like a king, Al Capone style...
lay no tracks on this rhyme, coked up, with Craig Ogenwind,
livin' life as a Don, Guess Cortex; Louie Vaton...
with my future behind me, livin' with these snakes,
sent here to blind me, one day I know my futures gonna find me,
am I crying?...

[Chours] K-Ci and Jo-Jo


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