Mr. Lif, El-P, Blueprint, Akrobatik - Mo' Mega lyrics
[Mr. Lif, El-P, Blueprint, Akrobatik - Mo' Mega lyrics]
He watched his grandmoms get beat by
His drunk granddad for bein drunk
Of course he grow up to be a punk
How could he learn respect
When he comes home
To the people that he loves
Most beefin and gettin wrecked?
See, this is a point where
A shorty loses his innocence
His, mind gets raped before
He even learns diligence
But, see his momma sparked
His hunger to learn
And had him schoolin where the tuition
Was more than she earned
Creative, he'd write rhymes to escape (uhh)
The sources of his pain documented on tape
And maybe these raps'll lie in time
Capsules for the future youngsters
To see struggle is consistant among us
No need, he found a career and made it clear
(what)
Despite all obstacles he is still here
Now he travels the world celebratin survival
With people he was told was
Liable to be his rivals
Unifyin through a universal language
And common goals of freedom and
Escape from the anguish
But don't cross him though
Some things never change in us
Bumpy Knuckles told him peaceful cats
Are the most dangerous
And he was grown by now, so he related back
Cause he done been to hell and
Made it back without a scratch
Unless you count the technic tables
Cuttin his name up ya boy finessed shit
Got his game up and came up
We keep workin, city stay nervous
Everybody doin they thing, doin
Scratches They thing
Scratches Everybody-everybody-everybody doin
They thing, thing
He went to school without focus
So he had to adapt, he love rap
Found some brothers that attract that
Whattup Black?
Let's smoke a blunt and drink a forty
And get steamed
And dream of better days flip
Flows in many ways
The God got serious though, mysterious flow
Started pumpin herb around campus
To get dough
Save up, hit the studio and cut a demo
Peace y'all, he's leavin school
Peep the fuckin memo and his MO
To rise up to the top of his trade
His tongue was a sharp blade
Airwaves were space to invade
He's back in the major city, big lights
Late nights writin sessions was the essence
But what happens when you change environment
But not mentality to coincide?
Niggas fuck around and take a slide
So he's chillin in the park on a dark night
A blunt to spark right
All a sudden noticed this flashlight
Motherfuckin DT's, sleazebags
Sprayin niggas with the
Black Flag fingerprintin
Like he's Simpson or some shit
Now look at son sit in a jail cell
Witnessin real hell
Nigga in the next cell braggin
'bout his many cases
Roaches racin laps in less than forty paces
Guard staring hard at the young brother
He starts to suffer
As he thought about his father and his mother
It's not him - he's a
Disciple of Chuck and Rakim
So his chances for survival are not slim
4-point-5 hours passed then released at last
With a sigh and a gasp
And some reigns to grasp
Control your life, hold the strife
He never looked back
Now actually he gets hyped
Encores, world tours, when you see him
Recognize that he value his
Freedom and greet him
He freestyled on the side but
It was only to clown and kill time
On the block while he was holdin it down
He was troubled
But his little brother was proud
Called him the best he ever heard
Since Big and 'Pac was around
Always wondered why the hell
His pops wasn't around
All he had was the records
That was handed him down
Old clothes from his fam that
Was handed him down
And some demos he would make to
Keep his head in the clouds
He'd probably cry if his pops could
Take a look at him now
He all grown up, swole up
And known 'round town for doin hold-ups
And smokin up pounds of brown
And killin any competition with over
Coke with a smile one day he rolled up
Right after he loaded that pound
That boy owed him so had
To let him hold that, blaow!
But what comes around hit's home
And goes back 'round
He got home and saw his brother
Soaked in blood on the ground
Moms cryin, a look in her eyes so foul
He knew right then and there he had
To change his life all around
Tears flooded, he looked up and crouched down
Called the Lord's name out loud, blacked out
Passed out
And woke up to a voice in his head so strong
It was his brother sayin just what
He had said all along get off the block
Put your energy back into your songs
Revenge is wrong
Show the world that you grown
And that you came up!
His drunk granddad for bein drunk
Of course he grow up to be a punk
How could he learn respect
When he comes home
To the people that he loves
Most beefin and gettin wrecked?
See, this is a point where
A shorty loses his innocence
His, mind gets raped before
He even learns diligence
But, see his momma sparked
His hunger to learn
And had him schoolin where the tuition
Was more than she earned
Creative, he'd write rhymes to escape (uhh)
The sources of his pain documented on tape
And maybe these raps'll lie in time
Capsules for the future youngsters
To see struggle is consistant among us
No need, he found a career and made it clear
(what)
Despite all obstacles he is still here
Now he travels the world celebratin survival
With people he was told was
Liable to be his rivals
Unifyin through a universal language
And common goals of freedom and
Escape from the anguish
But don't cross him though
Some things never change in us
Bumpy Knuckles told him peaceful cats
Are the most dangerous
And he was grown by now, so he related back
Cause he done been to hell and
Made it back without a scratch
Unless you count the technic tables
Cuttin his name up ya boy finessed shit
Got his game up and came up
We keep workin, city stay nervous
Everybody doin they thing, doin
Scratches They thing
Scratches Everybody-everybody-everybody doin
They thing, thing
He went to school without focus
So he had to adapt, he love rap
Found some brothers that attract that
Whattup Black?
Let's smoke a blunt and drink a forty
And get steamed
And dream of better days flip
Flows in many ways
The God got serious though, mysterious flow
Started pumpin herb around campus
To get dough
Save up, hit the studio and cut a demo
Peace y'all, he's leavin school
Peep the fuckin memo and his MO
To rise up to the top of his trade
His tongue was a sharp blade
Airwaves were space to invade
He's back in the major city, big lights
Late nights writin sessions was the essence
But what happens when you change environment
But not mentality to coincide?
Niggas fuck around and take a slide
So he's chillin in the park on a dark night
A blunt to spark right
All a sudden noticed this flashlight
Motherfuckin DT's, sleazebags
Sprayin niggas with the
Black Flag fingerprintin
Like he's Simpson or some shit
Now look at son sit in a jail cell
Witnessin real hell
Nigga in the next cell braggin
'bout his many cases
Roaches racin laps in less than forty paces
Guard staring hard at the young brother
He starts to suffer
As he thought about his father and his mother
It's not him - he's a
Disciple of Chuck and Rakim
So his chances for survival are not slim
4-point-5 hours passed then released at last
With a sigh and a gasp
And some reigns to grasp
Control your life, hold the strife
He never looked back
Now actually he gets hyped
Encores, world tours, when you see him
Recognize that he value his
Freedom and greet him
He freestyled on the side but
It was only to clown and kill time
On the block while he was holdin it down
He was troubled
But his little brother was proud
Called him the best he ever heard
Since Big and 'Pac was around
Always wondered why the hell
His pops wasn't around
All he had was the records
That was handed him down
Old clothes from his fam that
Was handed him down
And some demos he would make to
Keep his head in the clouds
He'd probably cry if his pops could
Take a look at him now
He all grown up, swole up
And known 'round town for doin hold-ups
And smokin up pounds of brown
And killin any competition with over
Coke with a smile one day he rolled up
Right after he loaded that pound
That boy owed him so had
To let him hold that, blaow!
But what comes around hit's home
And goes back 'round
He got home and saw his brother
Soaked in blood on the ground
Moms cryin, a look in her eyes so foul
He knew right then and there he had
To change his life all around
Tears flooded, he looked up and crouched down
Called the Lord's name out loud, blacked out
Passed out
And woke up to a voice in his head so strong
It was his brother sayin just what
He had said all along get off the block
Put your energy back into your songs
Revenge is wrong
Show the world that you grown
And that you came up!