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Isaiah Jackson a.k.a. I&J spits Inspirational Hip Hop music. The power of life and death is in the tongue, so Lord willing, I'm spittin something that is a ble
Isaiah Jackson a.k.a. I&J is a lyricist who puts testimonies in the for
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,650
Peak in subgenre #1,424
Author
Isaiah Jackson
Rights
2001
Uploaded
August 30, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Chorus:
To the next block you don’t stop
Riffin what you need till your pockets on swoll
Instead of losing cash for what I like to do
I’ll make it flip a couple times and advertise it to
Most of Da’ Hood
But I ain’t ever beg to be put here
Hoodrats smoking for free and geekers everywhere
Stores from 17th to Hudson took out the beer
Brothas sober ticked off affecting
Most of Da’ Hood
Straight from a planet called “How to make a come up”
Linden is the stomping ground but
Whether yall listen or not
Don’t you ever knock me hustle
Started from scratch just making the
Most of Da’ Hood
Poverty’s a cancer
Buildings are abandoned
Avenues barely be noticed by city planning
Gots to be the strongest survivors and still standing
I cant save the world just
Most of Da’ Hood
I&J’s Verse 1:
Once upon a time not long ago
A Jackson fam moved from C-T to C-O
One was a teacher another was a coach
The youngest was more nappy you took him for a joke
Schooling brothas at Nintendo is what he did
Making more friends yo
And if you don’t believe him ask his kin folk
From street football to wrestling the best ones
Going up to Norton while his brother went to Westland
Did a little growing up
1st taste of the hood when more blacks folks were showing up
at East High
Least I
Survived with more bulk on his shoulder
Ft. Jackson, Carolina labeled him a soldier
Told ya them boot was real
Ballin as a teenager
Pager sky high
Maybe that’s why I
Almost got his arm pulled right up out the socket
By his future boo
8 days later………………
(Chorus)
I&J’s Verse 2:
From a kid drawing train tracks and streets
To a “supa fly” trying to mack to freaks
Long as you kept it low-key he might’ve got wit cha
Trying to set a good example to his baby sista
Arguments at home made him always run away
And he couldn’t stand it
Packed and moved north to Hamlet
Him and his boo had a child just not the way they planned it
Brothas get your name on the least ‘fore they leave you stranded
By then he learned how to freak a blunt proper
Kiss a Black N Mild and drink more than 2 shots of
151 without the ice cubes
Cussed a little more than the average nice dude
Liked to smoke and budget purchase part of the sack
Met a homey named Goldie and started to rap
Found a purpose for you people to purchase
This
Put the problems in the past to see that C-O plays a part on the map
He ripped the mic
Gave God the glory
Appreciating true hip hop music before thee
He was only 23 with hard times he was facing
Made the most of all his possessions for paperchasing
Might go platinum so don’t you dare laugh
“Street Corners & Open Mics” took you back to the lab
So feel the wrath as he takes up accounting and math
I&J is the realest…………..the realest
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