Hey, yo, French Monsieur
I don't understand why these cats wanna bring drama to me
You know what I'm saying?
What is it?
The music thing?
Or is it the fame?
ora
I'm going to lose my head.
This in the future life is full of fight.
Always with faith and courage.
I'm going to lose my head.
Check it out.
True story.
You know I'm all about peace.
Peace, peace, peace.
It was me,
Rosa Dory and my man Walt G. Strolling through Massachusetts
University when suddenly this wannabe niggie called me a fag.
And y'all know me, I ain't
warm, wet, and gushy.
I'm far from it.
So the reply was, what you want kid?
My guess
he was possessed with liquid courage.
And the fact that he was rolling with the crew
about eight or nine, I was outnumbered.
I told the others that it was up and up.
This
dumb punk was like,
what,
what,
what,
what,
what,
what,
what,
what,
what?
Approaching
me with an empty bottle of O.E.
I told myself I better hit this nigga quickly.
Hesitation
of thought, at him swinging first.
The bottle bounced off my dreadlocks,
blocked the hurt
as my right hook caught blast in the jaw.
The glass hit the floor.
He got blessed with
the left nexus.
War. Nah, you don't want no more.
You don't want no more.
I'm
in a state of lost thought, I'm thinking badly.
I'm in a state of mental paralysis.
In the middle of the trap,
I'm getting out of it with my morals.
One against one,
I'm telling the truth,
I don't have a chance.
I'm the one who's already *,
I don't have a reach.
I think twice before I jump into the trap.
Disatino, disatinado, está preparado.
Dento fusca, fusca, te jabeo pa' todo lado.
Controlado, camuflado, como a carofi naña lado.
Dedo na gatilete, denta pulsa sangue quente.
Voy a balente, contra mi dente.
Garrafa Johnny Walker, te metá de naña frente.
Taba manente, toni repente, ngobin vos.
Ya palo estaba suado, na vision ya estaba fusco.
Que el vos era ñaputo, ñakode, ñaburusco.
Ñakorpus ta kadu, kente ñaputo, pangidu.
ChoMLINNS
My body for,
for, my body for
My body for,
for,
for the city
My body for,
for, my body for