[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Huh, you see what they don't understand, man, is that us as emcees, we got power, man
We got the power to lead the people
The power to motivate
It's up to us to use the power the right way, nah'm sayin'?
And right now it's all about writin' these ghetto scriptures, man
Only a selective few can really motivate the people, man
To really help them get through the struggle, man
And that's what we here for, nah'm sayin'?
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
G from that struggle life, stormy days, troubled nights
Drunkies in sight where I live, B, it wasn't light
Little kids dirty, their heads covered with fuckin' lice
My best friend died, cut 'em twice where they chuck the dice
Pops was a woman beater, lefty, righty, good with either
Heavy drinker on top of the sink is where he put the liter
Moms was a good wife to 'em, yo, they don't make 'em sweeter
She baked the meat up, nurse the kids when they baked with fever
NYC when it was homicide capital
Niggas scratchin' for truth, show you exactly what that smack'll do
Niggas'll kill they own mother over that pack of jewels
Only one in the pack that was tryna' get out of that bracket, dude
The jack of cruise, cruisin' on those makin' that massive move
The magnitude that turned avenues to a black Peru
Of street poets who see bullet holes where them ratchets blew
Casket blue, in the wake, 38, come give 'em chapter 2
Huh, you see what they don't understand, man, is that us as emcees, we got power, man
We got the power to lead the people
The power to motivate
It's up to us to use the power the right way, nah'm sayin'?
And right now it's all about writin' these ghetto scriptures, man
Only a selective few can really motivate the people, man
To really help them get through the struggle, man
And that's what we here for, nah'm sayin'?
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
G from that struggle life, stormy days, troubled nights
Drunkies in sight where I live, B, it wasn't light
Little kids dirty, their heads covered with fuckin' lice
My best friend died, cut 'em twice where they chuck the dice
Pops was a woman beater, lefty, righty, good with either
Heavy drinker on top of the sink is where he put the liter
Moms was a good wife to 'em, yo, they don't make 'em sweeter
She baked the meat up, nurse the kids when they baked with fever
NYC when it was homicide capital
Niggas scratchin' for truth, show you exactly what that smack'll do
Niggas'll kill they own mother over that pack of jewels
Only one in the pack that was tryna' get out of that bracket, dude
The jack of cruise, cruisin' on those makin' that massive move
The magnitude that turned avenues to a black Peru
Of street poets who see bullet holes where them ratchets blew
Casket blue, in the wake, 38, come give 'em chapter 2
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!