Song i did fo tha city i live in..Killed it..My best audio yet..Peep an rate Hot Or Flop...
Tha Problem
Iigh whas poppin off ? Im mike a.k.a Problem, im a Philadelphia rapper out the 215..Im 18 an on mah grind nah mean, so it is what it is...Um if yu got any questions or if yu tryn collab get at me on my s.n. (Tha215Problem)...Iigh ? 100
-- Scream At Me
Story behind the song
Jus sum for my city...sum 'Brotherly Love'...
Lyrics
Chorus: X2
The hood got my back, i call this mah home dunny..
Yu kno the homies wit me quick flash the chrome dumby..
So this ones for my home sunny (home sunny)..
The hood that stood by me, Philly will leave ya homies bloody..
Theres onli big deaths, no big breaks..
Sprays from the Millys from Philly, bullits bigger then our cheese steaks..
Atleast 3 murders a night (few)..thats crazy shit..
Busten crazy grips, even wen yu a baby kid..
See even elementery playgrounds aint safe..
Same place, yu getten bullied yu get stuck up for ya cheese cake..
If yu smart, yull get off my bizz, or ull get often hit..
Awta Matiquely, taken off ya lid..
But im not talken bout jaken or rippin hats..
Standin ovations..the way all of Awtas grips will clap..
Cold Case was shot in philly..right by me..
Cas if yu look close all of philly is a crime scene..
Graspen an locken, gases from poppin..
An steal ya taste buds away like im baskin an robbins..
Everyone is apart from us..
Truth is yu can use baken powder, an still never armer us..
Chorus: X2
Let me catch u, up to speed..
Philly so grimey if we cant get yu will bump ya seed..
See anyway possible, we'll come stronge..
An be the onli dukes comen out the fire un-harmed..
Finger on the trigger riggerous spits delivered..
An like serloin steaks, im rippin ya shit to slivers..
Big fights, grips an chains..
Bitch ya lame, be a coward an hide but kno that ull miss ya dame..
Cuz she next on the list..along wit ya moms..
Ill make yu wana cut ya rists to ya simple palms..
Prolli exterminate ya ownself..
Fuck swartzeneger, ill have yu terminate ya own health..
Grimey from 69th to South Streets..
South west to North, Philly arms will out reach (of course)..
No matta how far yu stretch..ull never reach..
Tungs are a delecusy, the way ill sever speach..
Chorus: X2
Take ya top off, no mo hair appointments..
So ghetto i air brushed philly on mah air forces..
Yu see i rep were im from, not afraid..
Glocks will spray, lay flowers an liqure on top ya grave..
Touch my musik..yu feel mah speach..
Hold it down wit mah homie he reppin from Wheeler Street..
But fareal listen, becuz im tellen ya..
We so sick no wonder, they call us Illadelphia..
No question asken, we graspen..
The arms but it aint chilly we philly, all about milly blasten..
Ayo city is yu proud of me..?
Fucken rappers up, we merked chingy at the gallery..
Thrown punches, beat him for his chain..
But ey thas what yu get for bein so fucken lame..
Yu kno yull never fill me bitch..
An if yu ask aroun for my name they'll say dass dat Philly Kid..
Chorus: X2
