J Da Groova Andy C on the track Crooked Lettaz Doing whateva
It's like this... Coming outta Jacktown....
1st Verse (J Da Groova)
(If I wanna free?) my mind I feel pain and stress Accompanied by fear of falling and war Gotta hold my breath And stay afloat What I wrote To complement what I feel But now my feelings turn to dust As I dictate what's real Now, all this shit people care about, That's made by man When all that shit's all gone There's nothing left in your hands I tried to crush pieces of coal into diamonds My timing Was off, couldn't cope With what this life had brought But now I realize I have to let that bullshit cease If something good happens to me, It makes the bad increase Even unconsciously These frauds be hunting me In my dreams Teaching a lesson, That life ain't always what it seems Gotta keep these blessings At last, Time is running out fast What the future holds Always coincides with the past You never know the shit I'm feeling When I'm staring at the ceiling J Da Groova, Crooked Lettaz, Doing mental cap peelings
(chorus)
I remember WHEN Remember then Remember WHAT? Remember WOODS In grandma house Deep in the cut Eating chicken and swine Now I write dope rhymes Good times Is so hard to find It's on my mind
(repeat)
2nd Verse
(Kamikaze)
We the last line Of defense That's why the South remain calm In all this nonsense They cloning sheep Next week, Boi, they'll be cloning you Now while you steady claiming coasts With your silly crew I got stew And we be nuetral to your black and white So, we be ready When the folks come at us late at night To all you representing rappers Up in low fatigues You keep it real But them woods Keep it out your league They got a freeze on your money But you ain't gon' want it Cuz there's a concentration camp With your name on it And, doggonit, They gonna get you with this devil tax They got your whole act on file at the (Equalfax???) I can't relax Mastercard say (they won't take cash?) I'm a ??????? A mad dash up the charts Won't even get you straight A platinum plate And some cake And you still paying late Your royalties Is just like spoiled cheese On a platter By the time you see a cent Boy, it won't even matter There's fatter rhymes And fatter beats Congressmen in seats Your little raps won't even last In this world of cheats
(chorus 2x)
3rd verse
(david banner)
The sun shines On the South I'm ready to take my clique On this deathbed And (do this thing?) y'all killing me with The (design?) Pierces my brain With this bullet from hell (the damn ride?), '99 Killed my cousin Michelle One wrong turn, Her body fell 25 feet Her skull split Up into bits On the cold concrete And in the streets, Little kids getting shot in the face Ever since being housed, Y'all in the wrong place And I know (this Coca Cola boils to crack?) Now a child got AIDS from being fucked from the back Y'all ask (if the?) struggle hit me If I'm here for the next verse, we all gon' see Put on "Triggerman" (death don't hurt?) Man, I got this gun from a smoker And the shit don't work
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