- Brasstracks Improv #1 (Intro) 歌词
- Brasstracks
- "Like, when you were playing it before, it was like a little..."
"A little bit"
"Yeah"
It's a long walk to paradise and wishing on the stars
They make you feel delusion like looking at a mirage
And persisting on this road you can see it inside my scars
Wish I had a genie that come a lead me like I'm Jafar, magic
My grandmother lived to 96 she beat the cancer, outlived four of her kids, this shit is tragic
And she still beileve the Bible to this very same day
And it made her life amazing, I ain't expecting her to change
Lookin' for nirvanas further than the eyes view
Don't let pre-determined destinies define you
My rude planet and Flatbush where my mind grew
Into the trees to drop seeds around the globe too
Botanists waterin' their hearts to grow confidence
The bloom seeds are comin' to you, was brought with dominance
No document, seven couldn't taste the fruit of knowledge
Only true to breath of living cause you understand the science
Yo, school of hardknocks, it can make you, it can break you
As a youngin' growing up, we cussed and caught some cases
Five percenters on that corner, mistaken As-salamu alaykum
Got my wisdom from the city lights, but don't get blind, baby
Always on the grind daily, uh
Overtime, got that New York state of mind
Hate me, but I still survive
Visit the bodega, I'm just happy papa still alive
Pull up on my nigga, roll a spliff up and just catch a vibe
Yellow cab to the spinach, super fast, gotta get it
Brooklyn nigga, keep it with it
Cross the bridge, you might regret it (uh)
Hardly ever live relaxed, NYPD on our backs
That graffiti on the track, ain't no treaty, where's the gat?
Rotten Apple, people roam the streets like cattle
Most travel for us, the globe, would goals unravel?
It's a juggle, everyday, could be prey in the battle
So would you rather be the sheep or the king in the castle?
"This for those who know..."
New York city, broke the chains and the shackles
Tryna navigate the world, it's living inside the apple
Run back in the game, shake and move through the tackles
Know the mary twist and turn like you opening up a Snapple
If you make it in my city, ain't no limit chasing, silly
Know my pigment got you weary, but I'm still gon' get this milli'
In the weekend, I'm in billy or in soul, I'm getting litty
Getting promo by your bitty, yeah, you know I love this city, ay
(Yeah, you know I love this city, ay)
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