"Welcome to the home of brotherly love
Brothers covered in blood The man's office is covered in bugs The youth dreams cut short, swept under the rug Love for self is outweighed by the love for the drugs Go Eagles, McNabb and T.O. We ain't hard to find homey, just follow the weed smoke We eat rolls of greased beef soaked, overweight and evil A city of justice unequal The shadow of New York we still under So we gotta kill 'em every summer, walk a little tougher Guns bustin' how we chose to fight When you can go from bein' a star to a scumbag overnight Streets often deserted on the coldest nights All hair trigger thunderbirds show you're right Cops don't ask if ya know your rights Hopeless hypes smokin' pipes Pavement gamblers rollin' dice Short sentence describe your whole life Low expectancy at a low price for a low life The mind of many years shines, soul so bright But they could give a fuck, in their crib no lights Everybody rhyme and they claim they don't write--it down Sit down, take it all in Civilization, this is where it all ends The city I call kin Yo, so take caution" The boy Reef the lost cauze, if you dont know him, you need to. "I sit high in chairs, scribe in air They say I'm a young Nasir minus nine years In my ear I hear the words of Uncle ??? He said, "Don't be something you're not and you'll do fine here" To the top? Yeah, I'm tryin' to take my rhymes there That place in my mind, I spend so much time there When I was young I used to look up to fools Got older and wiser, now I look up to ??? Hand me downs, dress sharp, had the hook up from ??? Never really had time to pick them books up at school Then sun turned to rain, teeth got knocked Broke the family's heart to see him locked in them chains That's when I started to change before I started to shave Gun targets your frame Felony youth caught in a game I thought it was live until I realized Out here how quick your fortune can sway The fortune of Gray, murdered in a tortuous way I miss you homeboy, more than words can say Those who did that to you in Hell deserve to lay And I often pray I too don't meet the same fate I write with the eyes of my beautiful grandmother Teef, you ain't my cousin, you my damn brother Mom, you're my hero When I think of all you've done for me I swear I get tearful Mo I'm proud of you Your spirit it so strong, never let no one take that out of you Baby doll we still holdin' on, growin' strong Ain't no way I can do this shit with out you boo My crew ???, CP, E-Mon ??? Rhyme, Phenom Time for all the bullshit to be gone, no more starvin' Let's get our feast on I got some shit I want to speak on I been away but I'm back again" There is one more I'm looking for, that he speaks on how lame comercial rap is, its amazing I'll have to go through my albums again to find it. |
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"On that diamonds remix I swore I spazed, then big brother came through and kicked my ass." K.West off big brother. |
is the dude reef from philly? is he underground?
and that jay verse was crazy!!! when i first heard it on the radio i was jumping up and down for them to play it again. |
yeah he is an indy artist from philly, he runs with Pharoe, jedi mind tricks, and some other underground cats. Dude spits truth.
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word. im gonna have to try and look him up............. have you heard any of the new roots stuff. i dont know if its out yet and i keep reading on allhiphop.com that it is supposed to be great.
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dont bang with 50 cent to much but this is some of the best lyrics he ever wrote. i just feel it cause its so real.
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring One of them gold ropes NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning ni##as done stole my bike Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could |
got that good old 22 twos for you. vintage J
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many ni##az on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks ni#a, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these ni##az too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many ni##az ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes |
"I'm leaning on any n#!%@ interviening with the sound of my money machine, in my cup runeth, over with hundreds, one of the best N#!%as that done it, six digits an running, ya'll dont want it, I got the god father flow, the don wan demarko, swear to god, dong get if fvcked up"
Cause you cant knock the hustle. |
i been searchin all day for this. i only heard it a few times and someone broke into my car and stol emy cds. this is nas from the dj clue jawn fidel cash flow. its called death anniversary.
What if I told you that AZ didnt exist And I put him their played it like a ventriloquist Cause ni##az spit fake shit and y'all respect it I spit that real shit and y'all won't buy the record What if me and the rapper homie was really cool And we used that whole thing as a media tool would you say I was a sucka or say I was savvy If I told you motherfucka's that me n K wasnt married What if Jungle wrote my shit, and I'm really illiterate And the whole Nas catalogue was just an experiment What if I really died when Ill Will got shot This is Will rhymin right now, Nas is chillin wit 'Pac What If I did all the Advertisement thrown My Way And I boned every chick that would throw me some play I'd have to load another AK cause Niggaz be jealous Cause we real like them Brazil favelas |
new roots is kinda hot, but not as dope as tipping point
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