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In The Ghetto - текст песни



In The Ghetto


Planet earth was my place of birth


Born to be the sole controller of the universe


Besides the part of the map I hit first


Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst


The rough gets goingthe going gets rough


When I start flowingthe mic might bust


The next stateI shake from the power I generate


People in cali used to think it was earthquakes


’cause times was hard on the boulevard


So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled


But it seems like I’m locked in hell


Looking over the edge but the r never fell


A trip to slip ’cause my nikes got grip


Stand on my own two feet and come equip


Any stage I’m seen ona mic I fiend on


I stand alone and need nothing to lean on


Going for self wit a long way to go


So much to say but I still flow slow


I come correct and I won’t look back


’cause it ain’t where you’re fromit’s where


You’re at


Even the (ghetto)





I learn to relax in my room and escape from new york


And return through the womb of the world as a


Thought


Thinking how hard it was to be born


Me being queen wit no physical form


Millions of cells wit one destination


To reach the best partit’s life creation


9 months latera job well done


Make way’cause here I come


Since I made it this farI can’t stop now


There’s a will and a way and I got the know-how


To be all I can be and more


And see all there is to see before


I’m called and go back to the essence


It’s alot to learn so I study my lessons


I thought the ghetto was the worst that could


Happen to me


I’m glad I listen when my father was rapping to me


’cause back in the daysthey lived in caves


Exiled from the original mana straight way


Now that’s what I call hard times


I rather be here to exercise the mind


Then I take a thought around the world twice


From knowledge newborn back to knowledge precise


Across the desertthat’s hot as the arabian


But they couldn’t cave me in ’cause I’m the asian


Reaching for the city of meccavisit medina


Visions of neffertiti then I seen a


Mind keeps travelingI’ll be back after i


Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in


Africa


Return the thought through the eye of a needle


For miles I thought and I just fought the people


Under the dark skies on a dark side


Not only there but right here’s an apartheid


So now is the time for us to react


Take a trip through the mind and when you get back


Understand you’re third eye seen all of that


It ain’t where you’re fromit’s where you’re at


Even the (ghetto)


Even the (ghetto)





No more propsI want property


In every boroughnobody’s stopping me


Because I’m thoroughrhymes are making real estate


For me to own


Wherever I bless a microphone


007 is back and relaxing


On point n’ reactin’ and ready for action


I’m so low key that you might not see me


Incognito and taking it easy


Quietit’s kept on a hush hush


In front of a crowdI get loudthere’s a bumrush


Be calmkeep a low proand play the background


Hopin’ the wack rapper’ll put the mic back down


So rip itbreak it in halfgo head and slam it


’cause when it’s time to buildI’m a mechanic


I’m bonding and mendingattaching and blending


So many solosthere is no ending


People in my neighborhoodthey know I’m good


From london to hollywoodwherever I stood


Footprints remain on stage ever since


As I walk the streetI leave fossils and dents


When I had sexI left my name on necks


My trademark was left throughout the projects


I used to get rich when I played celo


When I rolled 456they go we know


So I collect my cash then slide


I got my backmy gun’s on my side


It shouldn’t have to be like that


I guess it ain’t where you’re fromit’s where


You’re at


Even the (ghetto)


I’m from the (ghetto)


Word uppeace



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