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Big Windy 02 - One Verse
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A gritty intro to the rapper Phee.
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A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Old School
Charts
#1,488 in subgenre Peak #15
Charts
Peak #694
Author
Music and Lyrics by David and Ralph McConnell
Rights
2007 HANIBL Music Publishing
Uploaded
October 19, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:46
Story behind the song
Using an old beat by David McConnell, Phee rhymes about the environment that created him.
Lyrics
ONE VERSE written by ralph dalton, david mcconnell Way above average, my vocals they hold magic And dead all the static from cats who be acting all dramatic Skills, yeah, I have it, and bring ‘em at any moment Black Moon had me open until one day I just closed it Couldn’t figure out what made me lose all the hype And love left my body stolen from thieves in the night Wonder wonder wonder wonder wonder wonder wonder why Wonder why the game ain’t bright, losin’ their light Back to the original plan, I’m just a simple man Cover your face when the sh** hit the fan, this ain’t Nothin’ but some words pourin’ outta my heart ‘cuz the Blood I bleed is ink on the paper, it’s where I start to bring Truth to the eyes that look through a disguise, While lies float through the sky, sittin’ on cloud nine Think they got it made, sippin’ lemonade in the shade They’re really swallowin’ my piss, my shadow is where they lay Gain a little leverage when I know they sippin’ on my beverage sh** just ain’t the same off the Brown Line and Sedgwick It seems only certain hoods in the Chi stay connected to the Beat of the street, while the style is intercepted And it seems we accept it, our babies is neglected, that’s why When Chi grabs the mic, you know we’re gonna wreck it sh** tin’ on heads, like I was a city pigeon, Confidence is strong, even without a pot to piss in Masculine look, bringin’ feminine raps, F*** platinum plaques if the block ain’t got your back I might as well sell crack to undercovers, ‘Cuz ain’t no one gon’ see you, when you’re under covers You’re just another statistic, lost in the unrealistic Ways to gain success in the world Flip a few dollars, but it leads to cold showers and Dark hallways where grown men scream and holler Losin’ your power, gettin’ devoured by corruption, Sellin’ your soul from lies told by who you trust in Much ain’t goin’ on, in my neck of the woods Political shakedown with a smile, it’s all good It’s just one verse, too many bars to count HANIBL, rep the Chi, with large amounts Of respect and pride, my city will call it out Especially for the ladies who know what it’s all about One verse, one rhyme, one life How do, this is the true sound of the Chi, it’s brand new, Keep it bumpin’ on the streets, the blocks, the avenue, What you got right here, you know, we’re pushin’ through Every radio nationwide, and you’s a fool If you ain’t noddin’ your head, or bustin’ a move Keepin’ it tight, whatever you like to do, We can rendezvous at the bar around two It’s the year of the HANIBL
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