Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,767
Peak in subgenre #3,032
Rights
Copyright 2006
Uploaded
June 16, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:18
Lyrics
City lights glimmer off ah Gran Island waters while smoke hits
ya nose while you walkin the strip, many tokin where
notes feature figures like Lizzy n Will McKenzie,
where dopeheads n dealers lay dizzy from drinks n' hemp see
hope drips at gasoline pumps and taxed checks,
joes found compact in G's trunks with gashed necks,
most try to act like American folks steadily...
kids crippin suburb streets committin felonies
n' mustangs n benzes...accords to the lexus....
in lightposts, upended, get reduced sentence...and
young seeds ..abuse their age...n keep smirkin
politicians bitchin about their fees...worthless...
and my words hit skulls like potent green,
or depleted... uranium bullets right through yo vest...see...
im not one to test on this lyrical terrain...ive slain...
many emcees ...through spiritual plains....
I spill it out for my brothers n sisters who just a memory...
above clouds...piss on my foes....fuck my enemies...
I ain't afraid of no man, women or fuckin entity,
steady marinate on that thought before you mention me...
bitch...
this ain't no matrix glitch...but start runnin...it's apocalypse...
all in the mix...we start huntin....in the 0-6...puttin it down for 6 years...
I was jokin at first ...now comin with this fierce...hear me now...
don't look sad...see me proud....
reppin for this new age ah hip hop...severely drownin...
so i jumped in these stone cold waters....they tried holdin me...
grabbed what I could and took it to shore...hopefully...
I got enough...God it be tough to keep it real..
every footstep we tempted by demons with sweeter deals...and...
speakers thumpin with rappers who dumbin down....
while half the population of kids are dumber now...than ever...
I'll come forever see infinite are my weapons b...
magic of rhymin words....they hear it...it's like a remedy...
medicine for yo mind...menacin for the foes...
dreaded this very time....
the fortunate bout ta blow...in tow I got the click...
poetikz the chosen son...ER...spit inscisions...
inflictin you hoz its done...
artilary is in check...the training is all complete...
we stormin the battlefront...n' wakin you all from sleep...
its deep...like submersibles...mercy I cant bestow to fools...
worthy....and you will know the truth...slowly....
this what im born do....
So heres my warnin shots aimin to all tops...
Eastside , Westcoast...recalimin my lost blocks....so...
lift yo head up....go...
get yo ya dough....the 6-0-4...fortunate...
never will quit the flow
n so..lift yo head up...go....
get the dough... the 6-0-4 fortunate
never will quit the flow
