Agallah, Group Home, Blackadon - Run for Your Life lyrics
[Agallah, Group Home, Blackadon - Run for Your Life lyrics]
Most persons never have a chance to
Get into a recording studio
Never get to see or hear a record being made
And only experience the finished product
Until now, you had no way of learning
Of the anormous complexity of
The recording process
And this limit's appreciation of music
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process
Run for you life, if your life you live
Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
Two slugs to the head
And you're dead and gone
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we chillin at his wake
Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake
Nice '88 black is held down
With the white face the way shit was going
Couldn't wrote out his will
Hear them be sneaking upon niggas
Cuz he love to kill met war, slouching cars
To send you bon voyage
One fourth of tears pullin out from
The eyes of your mom
The rise of your life is on
Negative or positive
You trying to live right or wrong
Something just got to give
Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead
Everytime you seen him
Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them
Praying god, everytime we eatin
My dreams to walk the streets
Open hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge
Sometime we feel like scholars
More power to devour all these fake MC's
Uncle Tom brought the playa
Hating jellin on me
So we jellin to our music
Cuz that's all we know
Break it down to the ghetto
With that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights
Business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
Indeed yo
In the streets this is what you see
Try to speak the forth
But no one understands me
Moms please listen to me
Turning dust into black
Running straight for my life
And there's no turning back
Yo were I'm from ENY
Where there at? Brooklyn
Got heads turning, from Cali to Fort Ten
I've been in the mix since before '86
And while you sucking dick
I'm strickly gettin biz
You know who it is, when you from Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of
Them crook kids
And don't wonder why, just please come thru
With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do
It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing
Will snatch your chain, invect your brain
That was my frame of mind
When I think way back
The only thing to say was
My name was K Slack
To overgate my sins, so I can be born again
Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you will be born
A life filled, a child worn
Get into a recording studio
Never get to see or hear a record being made
And only experience the finished product
Until now, you had no way of learning
Of the anormous complexity of
The recording process
And this limit's appreciation of music
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process
Run for you life, if your life you live
Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
Two slugs to the head
And you're dead and gone
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we chillin at his wake
Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake
Nice '88 black is held down
With the white face the way shit was going
Couldn't wrote out his will
Hear them be sneaking upon niggas
Cuz he love to kill met war, slouching cars
To send you bon voyage
One fourth of tears pullin out from
The eyes of your mom
The rise of your life is on
Negative or positive
You trying to live right or wrong
Something just got to give
Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead
Everytime you seen him
Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them
Praying god, everytime we eatin
My dreams to walk the streets
Open hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge
Sometime we feel like scholars
More power to devour all these fake MC's
Uncle Tom brought the playa
Hating jellin on me
So we jellin to our music
Cuz that's all we know
Break it down to the ghetto
With that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights
Business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
Indeed yo
In the streets this is what you see
Try to speak the forth
But no one understands me
Moms please listen to me
Turning dust into black
Running straight for my life
And there's no turning back
Yo were I'm from ENY
Where there at? Brooklyn
Got heads turning, from Cali to Fort Ten
I've been in the mix since before '86
And while you sucking dick
I'm strickly gettin biz
You know who it is, when you from Brooklyn
Every fuckin borough scared of
Them crook kids
And don't wonder why, just please come thru
With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do
It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing
Will snatch your chain, invect your brain
That was my frame of mind
When I think way back
The only thing to say was
My name was K Slack
To overgate my sins, so I can be born again
Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you will be born
A life filled, a child worn