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Tytuł: Peace of mine

  • Wykonawca: Gang Starr
  • Wy¶wietleń: 215

  
   [DJ Premier]
  Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
  nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop?
  THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO!
  All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
  and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS!
  FUCK Y'ALL!!!
  
  [Guru]
  Real talk, serious thoughts
  True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo
  
  [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
  
  [Guru]
  At times I feel like my back's against the wall
  And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
  I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
  While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
  In the midst of war, I find peace within
  Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
  The mind is a terrible thing to waste
  I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
  Of course I want money, but I won't compromise
  Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys?
  With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga
  Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga
  Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance
  You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin
  As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman
  Here with my nigga Premier son
  And we came to change the game
  We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame?
  Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes
  Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo
  Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on
  Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on
  Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets
  Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat
  Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales
  Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale
  Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else
  You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else
  All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta
  You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster
  I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh
  Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust
  My sense of self, and my mental health
  is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth
  A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes
  But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies
  Then the chicks turn and act like dudes
  Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool
  And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine
  I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind
  At times I feel like my back's against the wall
  And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
  I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
  While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
  In the midst of war, I find peace within
  Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
  The mind is a terrible thing to waste
  I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
  
  [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
  ["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]
  
  [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
  [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live.."]
  ["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]