Napoleon Da Legend, Crazy DJ Bazarro - WNDL paroles de (lyrics)
[Napoleon Da Legend, Crazy DJ Bazarro - WNDL paroles de lyrics]
Peace good people
This is world renowned Bushwick
General Dysfunkshunal family’s
Own DJ extraordinaire Crazy Dj Bazarro
You are now tuned in to legendary radio
We got a colorful variety of
Bangers and exclusives for y’all
Tonight remember that we don’t know
What we don’t know
And therefore we gotta learn if we wanna grow
Each one
Teach three turn off ya TV let’s go!
Back when Raekwon was serving "Only
Built for Cuban Links"
Me and boys would hit the block
On the avenue and linked
The homie Yoni let borrow
Stretch Armstrong tapes
Pharaohe Monch was dropping bombs man
We caught on late
Biggie said it’s crack rocks or jump
Shots in the back blocks
Poor Righteous Teachers they would
Speak for have nots
The school teachers were racist
The way they grade us
I would channel Mohamed Ali
You rocking with greatest bring it back
Ali Shahid Mohamed copped the latest
From the Tribe
Rest in peace Phife his death was painful
Mary J Blige with them Smif-n Wessun verses
Clue tapes round the same time
Snoop was fighting murder
Charges Death Row was beefing with Bad Boy
F’ I wasn’t writing rhymes I
Was slapping the backboard
Onyx was shutting me down
Canibus was spitting harder than
Any other artist around
That lost tapes for me put Nas in god space
Rakim Allah was still crossing off date
Was in Soho I first heard "The Black Album"
Kanye produced that Lucifer tune
It has me wilding
I would still cop the physicals
And scrutinize the booklet
Who’d have known a few years
Later I’d live Brooklyn
Gang Starr and Mobb Deep with
A little Styles P
Without a soundtrack to guide me where
The hell would I be?
See while y’all out there talking
About us we keep creating
This culture is meant to be live and
Carried on let me break it y’all, if you
Ain’t adding on, you in
The motherfucking way
So keep ya 2 cent for the
Piggy bank cause u talking heads
Is a few dollars from being broke
Shout out to all the
True heads who love this artform, if
The system is comfortable with you
Chances are you ain't doing it right when we
Make em uncomfortable and nervous it means we
Doing our job, when we keep em on their toes
It’s cause we putting numbers
On the board we keep it grassroots and
If you chop out our grass
We gonna grow below ground bottom
Line the shit don’t stop
This is world renowned Bushwick
General Dysfunkshunal family’s
Own DJ extraordinaire Crazy Dj Bazarro
You are now tuned in to legendary radio
We got a colorful variety of
Bangers and exclusives for y’all
Tonight remember that we don’t know
What we don’t know
And therefore we gotta learn if we wanna grow
Each one
Teach three turn off ya TV let’s go!
Back when Raekwon was serving "Only
Built for Cuban Links"
Me and boys would hit the block
On the avenue and linked
The homie Yoni let borrow
Stretch Armstrong tapes
Pharaohe Monch was dropping bombs man
We caught on late
Biggie said it’s crack rocks or jump
Shots in the back blocks
Poor Righteous Teachers they would
Speak for have nots
The school teachers were racist
The way they grade us
I would channel Mohamed Ali
You rocking with greatest bring it back
Ali Shahid Mohamed copped the latest
From the Tribe
Rest in peace Phife his death was painful
Mary J Blige with them Smif-n Wessun verses
Clue tapes round the same time
Snoop was fighting murder
Charges Death Row was beefing with Bad Boy
F’ I wasn’t writing rhymes I
Was slapping the backboard
Onyx was shutting me down
Canibus was spitting harder than
Any other artist around
That lost tapes for me put Nas in god space
Rakim Allah was still crossing off date
Was in Soho I first heard "The Black Album"
Kanye produced that Lucifer tune
It has me wilding
I would still cop the physicals
And scrutinize the booklet
Who’d have known a few years
Later I’d live Brooklyn
Gang Starr and Mobb Deep with
A little Styles P
Without a soundtrack to guide me where
The hell would I be?
See while y’all out there talking
About us we keep creating
This culture is meant to be live and
Carried on let me break it y’all, if you
Ain’t adding on, you in
The motherfucking way
So keep ya 2 cent for the
Piggy bank cause u talking heads
Is a few dollars from being broke
Shout out to all the
True heads who love this artform, if
The system is comfortable with you
Chances are you ain't doing it right when we
Make em uncomfortable and nervous it means we
Doing our job, when we keep em on their toes
It’s cause we putting numbers
On the board we keep it grassroots and
If you chop out our grass
We gonna grow below ground bottom
Line the shit don’t stop