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Rawness out of the CHI. Everything your favorite emcee isn't.
Peace! For all the heads looking for that 50 cent type sound...turn around, if not/ and you're just lost, now you're found.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,656
Peak in subgenre #82
Author
Xcepsion
Rights
2004
Uploaded
March 20, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Let me introduce myself, produce myself/
Used to be at war, but I made a truce with self/
My grass is green enough focus on my side of things/
Not a narrow minded dude but got pride in things/
I ride in dreams full-equipped with no limit/
No rims on my whip but my work keep spinning/
Keep grinning, cause you think the second child/
Of Beverley ain’t heavenly and can’t wreck a crowd/
My time is now, working with behind my brow/
You ain’t heard this in a while so the shit is like wow/
slickest tongue, young face, old soul, /
so cold, forgot about the Chi, Oh No/
Ya’ll not ready for it, my foot steady floor it/
No brakes take it back I’m bout to 94 it/
The resurrection of perfection second coming of Xcepsion/
Pulled a bush took the crown with no election/
Holding office get off it always bring the raw shit/
I’m the difference in between killing it and lost it/
From the 51st rip a verse into something special/
And I only leak a little so you never reach my level/
Soul rebel, Fist in the air, its risk in the air/
Second hand smoke and no ozone layer/
But still breathing, biting emcees is still teething/
Get a taste of this and emcees’ grill bleeding/
It’s the real season hibernate if you fake/
But don’t show up in the town on the Michigan lake/
They got the shakes half way crooks is half baked/
Half way decent and halfway great/
Half on the mic got half of what it takes/
And half of them motherfuckers can’t get a break/
But that’s typical red white and blue with no reciprocal/
Liberal conservative I give a fuck who it is/
They never know my name I only count as a statistic/
Of a real motherfucker living life realistic/
And if you missed it let me be the one to tell you/
Democracy is dead so the system didn’t fail you/
It working perfect so your work is worthless/
But if you believe that than you lost your purpose/
Sub Surface beneath the earth is the living wordsmith/
Of Malcolm and Dubois in the voice of verses/
Explicit lyrics they wont let you hear it cause of diction/
That’s encoded in the ghetto get the people manumission/
Just the ammunition liquor shops and cops/
On the same blocks with kids and schools and rocks/
Welcome to America this the melting pot/
Take all of the bad shit throw it in and watch/
Upn and then you seeing the rein-/
Carnation of birth of a nation/
You think I’m joking so you laugh into another case when/
The burning hole in your pocket is the sensation/
But yo, this shit is funny like a hole in your head/
That hole in your head where they stole the soul from your head/
A snatch and run job, to quick for you to notice/
One minute you black queen, next minute you just hopeless/
Went from homeland to field hand to civil rights activists/
Tripped on complacency we back at the back of this/
The fact is what’s happening we act or just rap in this/
Willie Lynch got the sickest grip on our practices/
The obstacles confusing to get free we get rich/
An optical illusion an impossible conclusion/
Delusion, like the prison walls are our home/
That’s why we fight our own trying to get out of home/
It’s the bars in your windows cars with no windows/
Protect and serve just shooting at innuendos/
But the bullets hollow like the barrel that it follow/
The heart that pull the trigger promises for tomorrow/
This song with no action, bongs with no packing/
A beat like this and nobody on it rapping/
The hands clapping, but the applause is false/
Cause the people only cheering for a cause that’s lost/
Its we like we lost half on the path coming across/
Still couldn’t buy some self-respect what’s the fucking cost/
