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In The Park...(pt. 1)
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Park Thoughtz...
slinky coyswazy jaks reco
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SLiNKy. I've been doin this sh*it for while now. Ripping shows, batteling cat's who think they nice. Reppin for COYSWAZY, and the entire DURHAM WEST (Ajax, PK, Oshawa). This is my way to get the word out that JAKS RECORDS is comming. I got my n*gga KEYZ comming, straight outta AJAX! My brother D'NOTCH repping COYSWAZY. Here we come... This is just the begenning...
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,924
Peak in subgenre #305
Author
SLiNKy
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iLLdividiual ent.
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December 27, 2002
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The streets called & I answered.
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-INTRO- 4 real ya'll, (uh-huh) you know. (yea) We in the park, (The park all day all night) Smoking blunts till dark, (Blunts n*gga) Shit just get's so...so f*ucked up! (F*cked up n*gga) Ya boy's, locked up(Locked up) N*ggaz gotta hold they head (Hold ya head) N*ggaz gotta hold they head, (Hold ya HEAD N*GGA) and realize it's all a game. Peace to my n*gga BIG-BAD. (Locked up) Peace to my n*gga KEYZ gone for a minute. See you n*gga (See you n*gga) You know, Word up, you just gotta hold it down. (F*UCK my enemies) Everybody else, stay up, ONE LOVE... -Verse One1- SLiNKy, COYSWAZY, JAKS RECORDS N*GGA... Gray hairs the pain, I bring here// The stress, my brain tears in two// Remain supreme with my team// Pulling scheems, counting green what can I do?// Keep the brain supreme, it's all on you// Smoking blunts, the first pull dedicated to the dead// And while the weed thrust to my head, I toke again// And dedicate the second to jail// All compound confindes recieving they mail// Lean back, n' rest my backside on the black backside of the back of the bench// Rewind & play fantisies, dreams of my team swimming in cream// As I remain conceived, the illest n*igga with scheems// Ever since infant & embryon, I had friends lost n' gone// Developed a strong physical, but my mental was small// Two double oh three// Many think they strong, but stand tall on they knees// I cock and squeez, lord please, grant me strength deal with my enemies// Walk the street, the clock ticks towards death for each// Armageddon, apocolypse// Main goal to gain n' maintain the large profit// Thoughts haulted by wind and leaves droppin// COPS is watching, observing everystep as i'm walking// We get cuffed too often... No doubt, we get cuffed WAY to often. My n*ggaz getting locked up, left, right n' center. Hold my head, numb these thoughts, smoking fat blunts in the park. Straight up. -CHOROUS- Uh-huh, check it//Criminals, iLLdividuals, in a world of lost spirituals//Where misery loves company & company prays for miricals//Best bet, to remain humble individuals, WE IN THE PARK Criminals, iLLdividuals, in a world of lost spirituals//Where misery loves company & company prays for miricals//Best bet, to remain humble//WE IN THE PARK We in the park, sparking blunts till dark to numb our thoughts, We in the park, sparking blunts till dark to numb our thoughts, we remain in park... -Verse Two2- This worlds crazy & god can't save me// So I commit felonies and rhyme repping COYSWASY// Life; divine kind, grind times, ill minds, spit rhymes// Walk aleart but walking deaf, dumb & blind// And when it comes to guns, I squeez tight like constipated clips// (Knock) Knocking off lips// Best believe I roam equipped// Guns, drugs, pussy & funds, the four gods on this globe// N*ggaz hearts is cold, souls is still// So what's it like if you can't feel, you can't love// But the monopoly of your life is barrles & slugs// That's the life of a thug// So I cry dry tears, n' never live fear, I was destined to be here// Reign strong & extort foes thought these songs// And attempt to live peacefully// Cops, Hoes & fake friends wanna piece of me// My conclusion, to keep my criminal extortion views alive// Because the move I commit, I gotta survive// Wind blows// Swings sway in the wind childless// Besides the crakkle of leaves breaking, it's all silence// My heart jumps when the sound of sigrens, ring through the air// CROOKS OPERATING PUBICALLY are everywhere// Kicking knowledge// Most arn't prepared to ah sixteen aged emcee to take it there// But i'm prepared to put a scare in they stare, crime ways// Open my eyes to the street where I was raised// Raised as a man on the block & where dues were paid// Fools were laid cause tools were spraid// CAUSE MOVES THEY MADE WERE REAL STUPID// I rhyme lucid, shine with improvements, like illuminiated// Bring beef, i'll deal with protiens, but not the pigs or the baco
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