Block to the Burbs Chris Webby (Ft. Freeway)
"Block to the Burbs" by Chris Webby featuring Freeway is a #HipHop track from 2017. The song explores themes of resilience, ambition, and the journey from humble beginnings to success. It features hard-hitting beats and clever wordplay, highlighting the artists' personal growth and cultural identity. Its authentic storytelling resonates with listeners, showcasing the struggles and triumphs of life.
[Intro]
Yeah, Webby, Freeway, yeah!
Block to the Burbs, man
If you nice, you nice, end of story
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You see I'm reppin' for the burbs, still I'm murderin' verses
With Connecticut inserted in ink on my epidermis
Written in my skin layer, with rhymin', I've been greater
Writin' lyrics on a piece of paper since a sixth grader
With my CD disc player, playin' loud up in the Sony phones
With a style of the flowin' that I call my own
CT's what I call my home and I'm never leavin' you
Put us on the map is what I need to do
And even through the hate and the criticism I take it and listen
But all you fakers are breakin' the way I rape 'em with lyricism
I stay with the clearest rhythm, regardless of burb spot
Burbs to the blocks if you spittin' a verse hot
And that's all that matters, you either got it or not
Regardless of where you grew up at with your mom and your pops
See, I'm in it to the finish, never plottin' to stop
Rhymin' heat, pilot seat, kamikaze the spot
Think you dope? Well you're probably not
I could body the block with nothin' but a sixteen on the top
I'm like Tony Soprano when I rip it I bust flow in a suburban commando
And I'm bigger than Hulk Hogan
Check it I'm wreckin' every consecutive second
In from Philly back to the 2-03 that's what we representin'
I've been destined to make it, and I won't stop 'til I get it
And now it's Freezer and Webby, two different worlds are connected
Yeah, Webby, Freeway, yeah!
Block to the Burbs, man
If you nice, you nice, end of story
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You see I'm reppin' for the burbs, still I'm murderin' verses
With Connecticut inserted in ink on my epidermis
Written in my skin layer, with rhymin', I've been greater
Writin' lyrics on a piece of paper since a sixth grader
With my CD disc player, playin' loud up in the Sony phones
With a style of the flowin' that I call my own
CT's what I call my home and I'm never leavin' you
Put us on the map is what I need to do
And even through the hate and the criticism I take it and listen
But all you fakers are breakin' the way I rape 'em with lyricism
I stay with the clearest rhythm, regardless of burb spot
Burbs to the blocks if you spittin' a verse hot
And that's all that matters, you either got it or not
Regardless of where you grew up at with your mom and your pops
See, I'm in it to the finish, never plottin' to stop
Rhymin' heat, pilot seat, kamikaze the spot
Think you dope? Well you're probably not
I could body the block with nothin' but a sixteen on the top
I'm like Tony Soprano when I rip it I bust flow in a suburban commando
And I'm bigger than Hulk Hogan
Check it I'm wreckin' every consecutive second
In from Philly back to the 2-03 that's what we representin'
I've been destined to make it, and I won't stop 'til I get it
And now it's Freezer and Webby, two different worlds are connected
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