Dirty South, Underground, Fish and Grits wit' a blunt or two tossed in for seasoning. Everybody got Fam in the South, ya' heard? We are the SDs, we do what we d
What's poppin', people? First off, this is TangoMega from The Southern Dialect Fam. I am hate-free... I love this thing called Hiphop, it's been in my blood since I was six. If you're good, I tell you, if you need work, I tell you how you can get better, and if you're cocky and you suck, well... you're cocky and you suck, but I like you until I hate you, smell me? I'm in this to promote the Power of Hiphop, and we just want good music made. I appreciate you checking us out, I will appreciate any feedback, and I'ma let you know ahead of time, I've paid dues, so I got no reason to argue... I know what I'm doing, do you?
Lyrics
This ain't what I had in mind for me, no oh
Can you see what I'm trying to be, yeah
There a path in front of me, yeah
That the only thing I'm trying to see, yeah
In the Midnight hour....
While y'all be sleeping, I just stare at the wall
I contemplate on past mistakes, and then I try to recall
What exactly did I do to put myself in this position?
I open up my heart and my soul, and then I listen
To my people on the other side, I know that they guide me
I'm thankful for their lessons and the blessings they provide me
I keep 'em all inside of me, every where I go
I've missed you everday since you've been gone and that's fo sho
And I'm here to let you know that you provide me with the drive
Its your memory and spirit thats been keeping me alive
And I strive, I'll never let up, I'll never let you down
But plain and simple, yo, it fucking sucks to not have you around
Stephanie, Ron, John, your losses have affected me
But now I know that y'all and all my other fam protecting me
So I'm hold the path and be the souljah that I am
Cuz when it came to me, I know y'all always gave a damn, and then some...
yeah...Cuz when it came to me, I know y'all always gave a damn, and THEN some...
This ain't what I had in mind for me, no oh
Can you see what I'm trying to be, yeah
There a path in front of me, yeah
That the only thing I'm trying to see, yeah
In the Midnight hour....
Just take a look in my eyes, by no surprise you'll see
A nigga from the streets of Duval, so damn hungry
For money, money... mo' money money
I wanna be rich, but first I gotta do something about
These bills, bills... mo' bills bills
Stacked up higher than wrecked automobiles
In the junkyard, sometimes I feel I work too damn hard
For Jeff Ali Scott, I wanna murder 'em all
That's two supervisors, including the boss
That's what I'm thinking 'bout when y'all be pissing me off
So watch me get up off my A-S-S...
And go back to school and I'ma take that test
I got too many goals that I ain't done yet
I got too many hoes that I ain't fucked yet
But besides that, I'ma get mine, point blank
Ain't no holding back this time, I'm on a paper chase....
Check the material, feel out the audio, inside your body now
live in stereo, a merry go round of sounds, acoustic energy, watch out you finna be
Moved... as the diagphram picks up higher man
and might this moment be destroyed, still through time it will expand
We stand alone and without peer, simply call us gladiator
skin tougher than a rhino's fused with alligator
Fader ballistics are twisted, so drum kits are wicked
gets you lifted when you listen enlighted your hearing
Bearing down on your spirit, like an early lyric from the late Tupac Shakur
our souls shake the floor
We got heart galore, realism and more
brass balls and a middle finger longer than yours
We're all products of the heart ache and hardship
it all started when we opened our eyes, but we got past it
Its the ones who out last it, and do what they do
cause they gotta, not cause they wanna, nigga
Its the ones who out last it, and do what they do
cause they gotta... not cause they wanna...
This ain't what I had in mind for me, no oh
Can you see what I'm trying to be, yeah
There a path in front of me, yeah
That the only thing I'm trying to see, yeah
In the Midnight hour....
