Hip-Hop, Rap, New School Positive Vibes and Freestyle
Whats really good world, if you aint know then you about to know this yah boi Mech-PhrEE aka blue-heat aka DAT NIKKA Nah mean and I've been rappin for a good lets say 4 + years, funni to say what started me rapping is freestyleing basically with my guys and listening to a few canibus c.d's really got me going..
Lyrics
THE TRUTH
sometimes when i go to sleep i see visions
of white lights with dark inside prisms
i can't make out the images so i just listen
trying to hear the truth, i got my ears open
and the truth is whisperin , he says come here folk n
as i wake up , i whipe the sweat from my head
then it's like i get sick, i want to leave my bed
cuz dam fam, everyday i do the same thing
same block, same hussle, same struggle thing
this hussle is hurtin my muscles, i can't move
i get back from the block think about what i can't do
if you were gonna give me a color i'd think blue
i feel sad n i can't hold it in like babys bladda
it's hard to stay focused with ladys after ya
naw i'm lien, thats just a thing in the past
i'm the future, the truth, i don come at last
lately homie, i've just been so desperate
i want a deal but they dont wanna test this
they think that i would be a failed investment
i need to talk about my cars thats roofless
to get em to notice me, and yea sometimes i do it
but in the back of my mind, i'm like what am i doin
these niggas dont give a dam , they smiles are fake
they tell you about how yall gone be piling cakes
they somewhere spendin your doe, downtown or upstate
the truth hurts, it almost made my mind break
i can't shoot no more, like it made my 9 break
now i'm out here jus helpin increase the crime rate
and whats so bad, i used to hate people who do this
now the tables have turned, i feel betrayed like a judist
sometimes i wish for death, but i never get
smokin garbage, sayin the devil got me addicted
these streets is crazy, got a man insane
so now i'm on the land hand full of cane
still will send clips at a man have em land at his brain
cuz all this pain is the reason fam i strain
i be so ready to let go da magnum
as they pushin my head down i get in that wagon
handcuffed the game aint just about gold or platnum
cuz all that can dissapeer, sorta like the phantom
and when you like me, u work extra hard
so your raps is on point n tyte like a leotard
but with all these distractions , i can't concentrate
i fall back n feel broke, i told yall my mind breaks
these streets dont love, it's filled with grime hate
people gettin killed over nickel bags and dime sakes
i'm here tho and i'ma make it out the streets
i'm defying logic like a rose that grows from concrete
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