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Korean MC just puttin' it down.
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Peak #116
Peak in subgenre #49
Author
Phiber Optik
Rights
(c) 2003 Andrew Lee. All rights reserved.
Uploaded
August 04, 2003
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Lyrics
Artist: Phiber Optik
Album: Strong Heart
Song: The Hood
Typed by: Andy Lee
[Verse One]
I'm raised by the realness, and shots on the block creep
To drop you to ya knees, and probably stop ya steez
Thinkin' theres gotta be another ghetto prophecy
Drugs allowed into the crowd, never got hugged as a child
Fuck it we wild out, mobbin deep, who gots the heat
Tryin' to rob ya G's, envy P.O. yaull wanna copy me
Trespassin' on properties, jackin' monopolies
Flows sick as fuck, we see a weak crew we hit it up
Push heavy weight, get it up, ain't nobody rippin' us
My lovely momma trippin', plus we always gettin' fucked
Yaull know my elegance, controlled flows are evident
My hopes are below the sediment cuz I got a cold repentance
Thats why I told yaull my life holds an impediment
My lyrics are breakin' spruce trees like my name is Bruce Lee
Hoes wanna seduce me and use me, profusely
The drug games unruly cuz everybody got a duty
(for the hood, for the hood yaull, yea)
[Chorus x2]
The hoods too damn crazy, we got ya sack
Look at us daily, gotta watch ya back
You can't fade me, you know how I rock the raps
I'm sick, I got rabies, you gotta cop my tracks
(get at us, its the real)
[Verse Two]
The night seems crazy ill without the pipe dreams
The God's callin' with light beams, rainy days and lightning
Is all my sights seeing, I'm crazy over my mic dreams
Fake gangsters try provide drama in order to fight me
Through the hood I manage as a savage, lookin' for that cabbage
Stop lyin' yaull never had it, the street fame was always mine
I got the ballin' shine, I'm gettin' calls from dimes
I come with the quickness and yaull just stall on rhymes
Single parent home with no known father to acknowledge
You feel alone though you got madd bones in ya wallet
He recently started parkin' his car to visit rarely
I barely started sparkin' the trees cuz I don't get judged fairly
My pride and ego flies and glides like that of an eagle
My blocks lethal cuz I seen the sight of drug needles
The hoods trife, its deadlier than a life of measles
Seems my pen has three 6's cuz all it does is write evil
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
"Lie, cheat, and steal", that's my motto, wishin' I hit the lotto
Sippin' Henny from the bottle wishin' I dated a model
Hurts to be workin', why?, cuz work is a jerk to me
Paychecks are cursin' me, pigeons die worthlessly
It's a part of my ritual to spark up my lyricals
That I use to break apart your habituals when you fuck with the real
Livin' life for the microphone, hopin' I don't bite the chrome
I'm hearin' the fearin' screams cuz my neighbors fight at home
Paranoid of cats jackin' my rhymes so I write alone
Be aware, the drug games guerilla warfare, nobody cares
I swear I'll tear the person that said life was fair
Anything to get there, to have the respect of a millionare
Have ya sets prepared, and never neglect the prayers
Life don't come with insurance, it comes with heavy burdens
I feel guilty when the preacher is preachin' his sermons
I keep diggin' for gold but the haters are pushin' the dirt in
[Chorus]
That's a wrap, yea
Hood
Respect the music, hood, yea
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