Let's Get Ghetto
Timiarah
– R&B/Soul/Pop Artist
Faith Old School Track | Let's Get Ghetto by Timiarah | Stream Free
Basically wrote this after some folks put me/left me down and out. Just now releasing it. Heh, this is my raspy, deep, and "serious" voice.
I'm just a woman... with my beliefs.
Writing and music are my first loves. I started writing when I was three years old. I started with poetry and short stories, and I got the "music fever" later on. I wrote and recorded my first song when I was 14. I've been heavily into music ever since.
Timiarah delivers a melancholic Old School experience on SoundClick with "Let's Get Ghetto". Timiarah demonstrates a clear artistic voice throughout. No external samples are used in this track. A female singer provides a captivating vocal layer to the mix.
The melancholic atmosphere pairs with a dance-ready pulse throughout the track. "Let's Get Ghetto" has peaked at number 6 on the SoundClick Old School chart. Timiarah is an independent artist on SoundClick, releasing Old School music directly to fans worldwide.
Story behind the song
People be trying to bury folks and underestimate them.
Lyrics
You thought I was out for the count
House full of doubt
When you should have been counting on me wildin' out with power
Now your batter's out
Too bad he fouled
I guess he should kept swinging just to pound me down and drown me out
I'm madder now
Doesn't matter now
'Cause I'm coming back at you with the matches and the ammo
Now let's light it up
It's a battle now
'Cause I'm fired up
Let's get ghetto now
Chorus 1
Roll your sleeves up and let's get ghetto since you don't know how to act when I'm showing you respect, eh.
Pull them jeans up and let's get ghetto 'cause you put me on attack, now I'm coming for your neck, yeah.
Take that weave out and let's get ghetto, 'cause you tried to knock me back, but I'm stronger than they said.
Let's get ghetto, yeah.
Verse 2
You was waiting on my funeral with tulips for the viewing and a whole platoon of fools up in the eulogy salutin' what you do to me.
But I ain't even through. You only wounded me. I'm rooted in the undisputed truth. I got my boot up in your rudity.
You ain't foolin' me. I'm toolin' wit' you, sittin' back and rulin' while you sittin' back and stewin' asking, "Why she ain't been ruined?"
Now I'm fusin' with my music in my booth and been rejuvenated, too. So you gon' need a new platoon when I get through with you.
Chorus 2
Roll your sleeves up and let's get ghetto since you don't know how to act when I'm showing you respect, eh.
Pull them jeans up and let's get ghetto 'cause you put me on attack, now I'm coming for your neck, yeah.
Take that weave out and let's get ghetto, 'cause you tried to knock me back, but I'm stronger than they said.
Let's get ghetto, yeah.
Verse 3
You ain't gettin' the point. You can't destroy the anointed.
You can't survive in a war with someone the Lord done appointed.
You can't be whorin' the glory and throwing orbits of fury to wage a war or a warning to make your point more important.
You can't afford to be horrid and play the torrid enforcer. You're not a judge or a juror. You're only just a sojourner.
And this is a forwarded story that's been recorded and Lorded to put the sword in disorder and pour the joy in the morning. It's on then.
