Pigeon John, Brother Ali - One For The... lyrics
[Pigeon John, Brother Ali - One For The... lyrics]
Join in right now
Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls
This is the way that you rock the world
Let me tell you 'bout my gangster
Wit I don't follow no clique
I'm quick to flip a dollar out
Of 15 cents for rent
I'm a scholar in a blue Impala with dents
Such is life a stand up man that bent
I use this mic and MPC to vent
2000 ways to slay a beat and hint
At what it all means brothers
Gonna call me dense when I take my brain and
Let it touch the rain
And since then I'm a young king in training
And listening to the wind to
See what it's saying
In glimpses sometimes it all seems senseless
You trapped outside of white picket fences
Still gotta figure out a way
How to make it real
In three ways: sports, crack or a record deal
And the homies know how I feel
Till I'm on the next level
I'm a grind at will
One for the money two for the show
Three for the homies who got in the back door
One for the money two for the show
Three for the honies who got in the back door
Us rappers we love to tell
The stories again and again
About the burning fire that rages within
But all you ever hearing
Everyday from your friends
Is that if you leave the herd
There's no way you can win
So what you gonna think about?
When everything around you is negative
Including your bank account
Scrapin' out a living in a major drought
With no avenue to let your anger out
You rattle your cage and shout
You pray they break you out
You stay truly devout
'Cause you wade through doubt so deep
That you can't tune it out
Blood boiling, you ain't cooling out
And that's why I stand on every
Stage and kick that verse
Like it's the first and last
Time I'll ever say it
I'm nothing if I'm not dedicated
Every win is celebrated for the
Soldiers that never made it
Trying to figure out where Awesome Dre went
And why Grand Master Cas still
Ain't been paid yet
So since I'm blessed to run around the nation
I'm obligated to find a new lane and pave it
So if the little homies
Ever want to disconnect
From the matrix and jump off the slave ships
And when they swim they'll have a destination
And they can come right on along
And hit the same lick
Its entertainment but it's more than that
Why you think Slug took me
On the tour in fact?
Why you think El-P put his boys on wax?
And why you think Little Brother's
In the door like that?
It's because God gave us
Something that makes us
More than record breakers
We're our own saviors
Ask the average man about taking his life
In his own hands and he won't understand
That idea was stolen with the land
And we scrape for the few crumbs
That fall from the hand
Live life hungry, work to get bummy
Or run we they 3, 2, 1 for the money
One for the money two for the show
Three for the homies who got in the back door
One for the money two for the show
Three for the honies who got in the back door