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Peak #1,077
Peak in subgenre #213
Author
Predator
Uploaded
August 18, 2004
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Lyrics
Crew
1stV[20]-[102] 2ndV[123]-[205] 3rdV[226]-[308]
this is a story about a crew way back in school
hangin out everyday wit eachother actin a fool
some of us stay the same an some of us change thats the truth
everyday breakin new rules, I would break it down to names but fuck it
Was real tight with this one dude, then one day he up and moved out
guess he had enuf of livin paychequ ta check, wit nothin left
demand that respect and get them digits man, its shop u wrek
we all know lyrically u could be gettin them cheques
Oh whats next somethin I really didnt expect or see
the conspirator sits down starts droppin rhymes wit me
this shit is crazy, the dudes views penetrate deep
an on the flipside we got JD or AKA mean dien
hes new on the rhyme scene, always packin a pocket of green
a teenager sergically splittin spleens while smokin nicoteen
daydreamin of betta days it seems... (Tupac laugh)
Mr Carr switched ta C2 Underground rap star, freestyle king
the only guy I kno, who can jam for 20 minutes or more
without missin a note or his lymphnodes explodin in his throat
were all hittin 20 years old, a quarter of our lives forever unfolded
we cant turn back now so fuckit reload it, explode on the mic when u holdit
if u wrote it then let it be known, over an over till the ish gets sold
this shit is golden its also unstopabOl..... is what im told
so in my right hand the mic i contunue to hold.
shout out to doctor drew, always had the ear for a good beat
the hand for a cold brew, an understand this man can surely steer a canoe
you wanna dispute it, he make sure u hit the 6-oclock news wit no fucken shoes on
battered and bruised mental confusion fusion wit illusions until the conclusion
There aint no disputin these true rhymes im use'n so tune in an abuse the volume bUton
whos choosUn to run shit up an down the pacific hittin the coast rhythm until were finished
instrumental beats gettin deminished as we relinquish a steady mind growin an exposin the fake ISh
still chillin wit D-wrek not writin no more but still posseses my upmost respect
we never forget the shit we went thru better than yet what we gon roll thru next
an I cant express the feelin that I get its like family but 1 step less
memories of ditchin class at LSS sittin low in the car hitin the ses
listenina tech "hot" tryin ta figure out if we'll attend next block
maybe not slide in pac an play some xbox haLO 1 headshot ya dead doh
the bowl is empty fill it up blaze it up play some fusion frenzy
until our minds were dead empty, hit the bed get up an do it again
ill never repent those times an memories, the defenition of crew
........stay tru and remember me...
