Interprete :
TERMANOLOGY
Langue :  Anglais
Genre : Hip hop
Auteur : Termanology
Compositeur : Produced by DJ Premier
Année : 2006
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Texte :
Verse 1
I see myself as the holy resurrection of pun
if I ain’t that, then you name one
rapper, this lyrical slash latin
political past rapping
with visuals past malcolm
and finna go past platinum
its hard but I speak the truth
inspired to teach the youth
with fire to heat the booth
I’m hired to beat the loop
the system it traps us in
they tackle and wrap us in
these shackles and pack us in
the back of the crackers inn
I’m packin the mack again
like capital punishment
huggin the gun and then
running and duckin from the government
they, dying to cuff me up
lock me down, touch me up
cock the pound, bust me up
stop my sound, hush me up
but I shall never hold my tongue
before that I roll my blunt, and load my gun
give a kiss to my daughter, tell my mother I love her
and blow the brains out a couple dirty cops undercover
crooked detectives
it’s foul how they book and arrest us,
for cooking and stretching
we just trying to feed our kids
the streets crazy foul plus it get crazy wild
listen when I say it now
watch how it go down
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Verse 2
And that’s the reason little kids get hit by strays
Cause motherfuckers can’t act their age
Before you learn how to shoot, better learn how to aim
Theres already enough of our people that’s dying from aids
I try and remain
Calm but its frying my brain
And I’m ashamed
My generation die over chains
And lye on the pave-
ment, leaking out the side of their brains
Tell me when will this environment change
We need new leaders
But all we get is new heaters
And divas and two seaters, as soon as that loot see us
It’s a bad cycle
Just look how they bagged michael
Which one? Any one
Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns
Ridiculous, how they ship to us
Then we hit the bus
From rikers to middleton
Them lifers and middle men
Spending life illegitimate
Living life in imprisonment
When I think of my niggas and
I think how many are locked
I see they never did watch how it go down
And that’s the reason little kids get shot in the streets
Cause motherfuckers never watch how it go down
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Verse 3
And last week my buddy lost his whole family
Its gonna take the man in me
To concur this insanity
I walk the town strapped
Just hoping the pound clap
Correctly, and protect me
In case they wanna come and wet me
My enemies on the street, far exceed my friends
So when you see me you don’t see no benz
Cause that just, make me an easy target
To jump up and meet the coffin
And making my seed an orphan
The car that I’m speeding off in
Is stolen, I see the narcs in,
My vision, I see the cops and,
they, gripping they pistols, trying to put me in prison
So I listen to Pac’s best
And try to be not stressed
But how could I not stress
The fact that I’m not rich
I’m living in poverty
Plus I’m a minority
Plus all my priorities
fucked in this economy
Rap music is probably
Not the best career you could choose
But hearing my views, like hearing the news
So fear me if you
Skepticize homie, but its clearly the truth
The tech 9 will have you clearing the room
I ain’t a killer, but I’m something like a prophet
I’m trying to get y’all to stop it
see the ghetto is microscopic
it’s a better place
but for now we got the bread to chase
catch a case
get bailed out, back to stretching base
I’m bringing the message like kanye west
except your boy got more techs then ron artest
I know you wanna see me stretched
Be my guest
Handle your biz, but make sure you watch how it go down
The streets crazy foul
Plus it get crazy wild
Listen when i say it now, Watch How It Go Down
(scratches)
Shit is wicked in these mean streets
Ayo enoughs enough
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