KyokushinKarateMan
Train hard, fight easy
First up -
"Water"
They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching..gripping..
..draw you in closer make you want to listen to it,
and if you real ill at making music, the listener'll feel like he livin' through it
That's how my nikka do it..
..I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping,
We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'
It ain't last..
..I'd be in class dreaming 'bout
50,000 fans up in the stands, screaming out
"Encore!"
Yo!, I'm headed back to Philly!
nikka you rollin' with me?
I'm trying to get busy
..I just took it in stride as if part of the game,
But inside, people down with me started to change..
It was a couple things..
a lil syrup a lil' pills,
.. instead of routing out on the road, you rather chill
I know the way the pleasure feel
I'm not judging
But still I'm on a mission yo I'm not buggin'
I got fam that won't stop druggin'
They can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject
they can't eat
Yo, we done been through many meals,
A couple of deals,
We done share clothes and wheels,
Killed mics and reels..
We done rocked shows abroad, and slept on floors
Trying to figga what the fukk we gettin' slept on for
For my ghetto legend, known from lil shyst running
Cop codeine by the courts and keep comin',
Dumbin, just embracing the dope like it's a woman
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin', tuggin'..
..in between Islam, or straight thuggin'
Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin'
See'em looking, shaking their head, and start shruggin'
but they don't got a man like mine, they got 'a cousin'
Ayo, you better be a true friend to 'em,
Before the shyt put an end to 'em,
Or give a pen to 'em..
Or lock'em up in the studio with a mic,
'Cause on the real it might save his life..
..Keep tellin'em
"Water"
They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching..gripping..
..draw you in closer make you want to listen to it,
and if you real ill at making music, the listener'll feel like he livin' through it
That's how my nikka do it..
..I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping,
We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin'
It ain't last..
..I'd be in class dreaming 'bout
50,000 fans up in the stands, screaming out
"Encore!"
Yo!, I'm headed back to Philly!
nikka you rollin' with me?
I'm trying to get busy
..I just took it in stride as if part of the game,
But inside, people down with me started to change..
It was a couple things..
a lil syrup a lil' pills,
.. instead of routing out on the road, you rather chill
I know the way the pleasure feel
I'm not judging
But still I'm on a mission yo I'm not buggin'
I got fam that won't stop druggin'
They can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject
they can't eat
Yo, we done been through many meals,
A couple of deals,
We done share clothes and wheels,
Killed mics and reels..
We done rocked shows abroad, and slept on floors
Trying to figga what the fukk we gettin' slept on for
For my ghetto legend, known from lil shyst running
Cop codeine by the courts and keep comin',
Dumbin, just embracing the dope like it's a woman
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin', tuggin'..
..in between Islam
, or straight thuggin' Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin'
See'em looking, shaking their head, and start shruggin'
but they don't got a man like mine, they got 'a cousin'
Ayo, you better be a true friend to 'em,
Before the shyt put an end to 'em,
Or give a pen to 'em..
Or lock'em up in the studio with a mic,
'Cause on the real it might save his life..
..Keep tellin'em
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