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Hip-hop music thriving on intellect and emotion... Peep it.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #323
Peak in subgenre #36
Author
Lyrics - Myst
Uploaded
March 28, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Intro: You are now Robinson, Illinois.
Yo, yo, open the door,
Welcome to Robinson, never heard hardcore,
Adolescents getting pregnant,
Kids skippin classes by the second,
Throwin illegal bashes, for the wreckin',
CHORUS:
Small town, 7k population,
All around, everyday, we seekin' elevation
Stoppin at a gas station,
Goin' to the Park Mart,
But only if my car starts,
Small town boys, got nothin but Wal-mart,
Nothin' but a call card,
Boys from the midwest, know how to fall hard
Check out the meth,
I've heard it's the best, (not)
Drugs from the west,
But the bugs from a south nest
Bless me with ya charges,
No, I didn't start this,
Ain't no gangsta, not that I obey my father,
In Robinson, yo, I just the martyr.
Half the girls gone crazy,
Not enough to daze me,
They wanna put out,
Need to move to Chicago,
Can't stand the chicks who wanna move faster than Hidalgo.
When I say "horse", I didn't mean the cavalry,
Round the girls up, lots dealin with pregnancy
Boys think it's hot to roll with weed,
Cops cool em off, with cuffs on the street,
Ladies goin' coo-coo with a beer in their hand,
Next thing is ga-ga, a single mother, without man,
He's goin' haha. I'm just goin na-na,
You best give a damn. (you best give a damn)
Small town, 7k population,
All around, everyday, we seekin' elevation
Stoppin at a gas station,
Goin' Park Mart,
But only if my car starts,
Small town boys, got nothin but Wal-mart,
Nothin' but a call card,
Boys from the midwest, known to fall hard
K-Noble, and T-baby. Off the hook,
Crowd's goin' crazy, but I'ma stick to books,
No big deal, I'm just a small town boy,
Keepin' it real, an all around Robinson boy.
Wanna keep my intellect,
Small town peeps, preachin' Leviticus,
"Never a tattoo", "Don't shave ya beard",
We all rednecks, it's all taboo.
Now class don't til I walk in,
Teachin don't start, til I'm talkin',
8 - 3, you can call sensai,
I'm maxin and relaxin' with my anime.
Kick it with my crew, a new goal everyday,
Call me whatcha want, but I know the score,
I've got the lead, and I'm at the door,
Turnin' the knob, nah, I'm goin' hardcore.
I bring justice to who I am,
I must give a damn,
You know, it's kinda like "We gotta jam."
Small town, 7k population,
All around, everyday, we seekin' elevation
Stoppin at a gas station,
Goin' to the Park Mart,
But only if my car starts,
Small town boys, got nothin but Wal-mart,
Nothin' but a call card,
Boys from the midwest, known to fall hard
Outro: You are now leaving Robinson, Illinois.
