People say I got soul look at all the records I hold The lives Ive affected, connect and control With me in your basement, your mama got blown I provide the vibe to keep the strippers on poles Through me the black experience is glorious told From a school thats old bold, so I rock gold And platinum, so cats I hold notes and cash for them On streets I rap for them, in ghettos I blast for them Mash with them, at the party and all Peep the universal language thats embodying all Put the Billie Holiday, Bob Marley in yall Yall feel most high when I be in yall System, with the rhythm I up jump the boogie Shame I rely on record labels to push me Since the bush, I been yall way to escape Through eight-tracks wax CDs and tapes I am music
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 07:41:51 +0000
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