Big Windy 05 - Four Blocks Away
A West Coast beat with East Coast flow and Midwest menace.
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
Story behind the song
Phee spits menacingly, as if legendary Carthaginian General Hannibal himself is approaching to lay siege and conquer your city (and he is knocking on your gates).
Lyrics
FOUR BLOCKS AWAY
written by ralph dalton, peter kim
Don’t try to intimidate it, bro, you get humiliated
I’m from where we rock it all night, you see us demonstratin’
Through the streets I go for the ‘Go, how we abbreviate it
My style slides through the streets, and bein’ formulated
This game is a business, I ain’t in the corporation
If you wanna drink and get high do it in moderation
You can’t control my flow with your intimidation
I put my best foot forward channelin’ my aggression
Walk blocks in my city with minimal confrontation
Keepin’ a crowd hype with no complication
‘Cuz when the rhythm is in me, now that’s gratification
Hip-hop excites me – no need to be patient
Strap on your runnin’ shoes only for the dreams you chasin’
Eyes wide open to adapt to any situation
Crook County ignorance goes back generations
Creepin’ up on you, are you feelin’ the vibration?
Watch it, bang on the block e’ry day of the week
With this beat, you hear it comin’ four blocks away
I ain’t the one to cause drama or to create beef
But my slow black vans are four blocks away
Visualizin’ the realism of life in actuality,
F*** who the baddest, I manage to maintain sanity
Life’s a b*** , when compromisin’ personalities
I switch ‘em – good and evil, happiness to tragedy
Now, you can call it what you want to call it
I’m the one that say “Damn!” like Alkoholiks
It’s just the way that we bring it to you, no bull sh** tin’
Po-po creep on the low, lookin’ for hydro
Winos sippin’ cheap wine off the Dan Ryan
I’m a landmine explodin’ when I get stepped on
Slept on my city? Ya dead wrong
Forehead kissin’ from n*** z singin’ the dead song
Backed up in a corner, comin’ out with guns blazin’
Only for the freedom we fightin’ the sh** is amazin’
Keep your composure, my n*** , for the annihilation
Creepin’ up on you, are you feelin’ the vibration?
It’s like rain with no water
It’s like being born but no father
It’s like mind-body without soul
It’s like expressways with no toll
It’s like breathin’ without any air
It’s like you cheatin’ without the affair
It’s like you walk the walk with no feet
It’s like you talk the talk, bring no heat
It’s like you rich and famous but no class
It’s like boriquas and sisters with no ass
It’s like you know the words but can’t speak
It’s like cats who strong but mentally weak
It’s like the biggest lie can be the biggest truth
It’s like leave it up to me while I be livin’ proof
It’s like knowing you feel the music but hear no sound
It’s like four blocks away is where I’m found
