The New Danger (my rose from the concrete)
They said the New Danger would have it’s limits,
They also said the blind would everlastingly be deprived of image
This speaks about my life experiences and my introduction to the contribution of hip hop
Lyrics
He walks the crack black pavement/
Camouflage platted /
Charles marked taylors/
Black fat laces/
In and out them/
cord breaches/
K Swiss and Reebok classics /
I Aint Never wore no Court sneakas /
The blocks Uniform
White Tees, Dickie’s
That’s Real militant attire/
Let these Niggas keep you informed /
If these feds indict me/
I know you still wit me/
And back on the block/
Rotating birdies like Michelin tires /
Blood on my soul/
I’d still stay resilient hearted /
Years of preparation/
I still tribute /
Those Spoken words from ex convicts/
Heart block, pacific ,hays street
Blocks that cornered the market/
Those blocks that had my family exhausted /
It’s those blocks/
Those years/
That Make me want to corner the market/
It’s Those same blocks /
That keeps me a monster for a profit /
Those same blocks/
That’ll keep a promise for my daughter/
Kace moon/
I’m the True definition what a maverick is/
And more important/
The Streets evangelist/
For the blocks in mourning/
My Niggas bring the camels in /
I Aint talking about a circus /
Let yall follow the manual script/
Until it got around the circuits/
The streets is talking /
-Hook Scar face monologue
Winter of 2002/
Police tried to do my family
Like the Kennedy’s/
A setting of/
Boulders getting wrapped
Like the packs under Christmas trees/
Found nothing at the spot
that’s black history/
Always knew those rats ass informants
Would catch up to us eventually/
Kept that material dormant
Never seen visually/
Got Em off the courses/
They Literally/
Brung in them warrants
Got every description of us physically/
But um/
That don’t make me happy/
Assumptions of herbs and chemicals/
That GMC don’t carry/
From there /
I moved to the pivot /
And I don’t mean P Kirkland/
First move from being illicit/
The blood of my pen
The opening base of the wordsmith/
From my heart/
I yell to the masses from this podium/
Hip hop’s new found embodiment /
No state of Odium /
The answer/
The truth /
Words ripping through my esophagus/
The fact of the Opium/
Inbreeded in my documents/
Of course at times/
Make my pocket seem Verdant/
Only blinds one of his image/
That draw us closer toward the serpent/
For those who Witness
This is my intended purpose/
Even here after
I’ll shine like a prism
Until it got around the circuits/
The streets is talking /
-Hook Scar face monologue
