Tha Flow

2007-08

Alarm clock wakes me up in the morning,
Brains`re occupied by demons fell myself like phony,
Cause yesterday…what’s wrong was yesterday?
You waited for me, but I put my fuckin` self in the middle of tha lay,
And just forgot. It’s goddamn bad,
Thrown up flowers an` apologies, the candle buries, it is sad.
My rap is like a mirror, and soul reverberates in it,
The juvenile’s biorhythms are really rapid,
So hard to hurry…all my feelings flourish,
The spring is gone, welcome the summer,
Forgive me, dear mama,
If I hang with my gang,
Smoke weed at night or spend money for zig-zags,
Oh damn, blin`-blin`, my band, my band,
Our everydays are ruthless, troubles`re countless,
But whatever happens I’m the same for my brothers,
And sistaz, you know my fuckin` name and recognize me, mister,
Sufferin` youngster… gangsta,
Adults` games, guns, murders for the fame,
Negotiations in a form of frame,
Fake game and fuck the money,
Fuck game and fuck ya`ll funny boneys,
Fuck ya`ll makers of the bloody money,
Grab the door, unlock and enter,
Criminal! Thugs` mentality,
The life’s reality, its cra-a-a-zy,
I`ma la-a-a-zy
Muthafucker, ama-a-a-zin` like a dirty rocker,
So body-boy rock and fuck around suckers,
Hangin` clubs `n` discos,
But ya all are freeze hoes,
Livin` in cages, unfeeded an` cold,
Bein` beetin`, abased, bold an` unfold,
Let’s leave it, dis crap is much more vivid…
Let’s get back to the roots, not to the fugees,
1979, without fuckin` snooties or snoopies,
Or mad and laughty “woodies”,
Without goody-goodies.
Common equality, bound with hip-hoppity,
Ha-ha-ha! It seems to me that I see
Jamaica’s prince, fresh Kool Herc, the G `n` nice MC,
And DJ, ol` school, outcasts from lairs,
Put ya handz up in the air
And act just like ya don’t care,
Bloodz versus crips, pif-pufs everywhere,
Oh shit, B-Real, don’t put ya ass there!
Run DMC, whatta you where?
My `Adidas, for kids an` grown-ups,
But for niggaz,
Now Marc Echo rules the ball.
Getting` up an` scatches,
B-boin` an` scratches,
Blood in an` blood out, rush in an` fuck out,
Non Phixion, Jedi Mind, Vinnie Puzz`s undaground,
About what I`m talking`? And whom I’m gankin`?
Specialized in slangin`,
Cause I`ma tied to this curse, school bus is a hearse,
This creed is more than verse,
Only one percent can be expressed in words.
You ask me “why”? Oh don’t be complicated,
Cause I dislike tha stupid questions,
Even more, I hate `em!
I’m just tired of bein` pissed off,
But you can fire the fuse if you wanna,
You may blame it on me, if you wanna,
But I’ll continue rhyming` till you pop me at the corner,
All the same you won’t destroy what I have built,
And won’t put out eternal fire in my eyes, flared up just in kidhood,
And rebel’s heart`ll be beaten forever, hoodlum’s heart is in the hood,
For me it’s pretty wood,
Where I’ve been campin` almost since I was born,
And now an` for nearest future
I’ll continue be fondin` of each moment,
Belongin` to dis fuckin` life, so take tha pen like rifle,
Unsecret fuckin` X-files,
So ticky-tock, ya body rocks, whatever I leave in denial…