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Heads up there is one quick "shit" in there so if that may offend please do not listen .
DJ Werd Sent me over a GB file of a song we wanted to colab on but things bein things the whole damn file wouldn't transfer so I coped his samples that made it over and did my thing over em . This is a song about livin in the city .....I hope you enjoy .....This is not necessarily a head phone jam but now would be the time to put them on if you were to feel so inclined ....thank you for not smoking tobacco.
DJ Werd Sent me over a GB file of a song we wanted to colab on but things bein things the whole damn file wouldn't transfer so I coped his samples that made it over and did my thing over em . This is a song about livin in the city .....I hope you enjoy .....This is not necessarily a head phone jam but now would be the time to put them on if you were to feel so inclined ....thank you for not smoking tobacco.
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Lyrics
1st Verse
Beats so funky Ill make your vertebra snap
flipping french toast till I make a large stack
Word to ya mutha if I had my druthaz
wed spray paint this whole city then head off to anotha .
Take the first train glidin over tha city
my future seems so bleak showin me no pity .
I raise up from the guttaz
to greet my bruthaz
with a quick hand shake we aint flashin no colaz
I pull up my white sock to cover my Deuce Deuce
lets head up to the bodega and get some orange juice .
step around the corner and what do I find
sprayed in tha face with some mace it made me blind!
I reached for my sock to pull out my deuce
I said to hell with yo forget about the juice
I leaned against a brick wall to gain my sight
but my hommies got pissed and proceeded to fight
JR got mad and busted this kids dome
I regained my eyesight time to break the hell home .
Chorus
In this concrete jungle you never know whats next
Always ready for fist-to-cuffs or to snap some necks
Im a zen warrior kinda like a samurai
with each and every step im prepared to die
livin in tha city yo this aint no joke
crack heads take your life just to get the next toke.
if your not from the city you wont understand my pain
everyones out to get you make you feel insane
whatch what you do and everything that you say
cause if money pulls a jammy youll have a real bad day
Verse 2
Im an inner city kid from the center of the city
steppin lightly with my big stick and never lookin shifty
seems the planets loosin grasp of whats reality
while I wonder if my next step will bring prosperity
left behind for so long with no chance catchin up
the playgrounds full of razorblades cause the mayors so corrupt
live life in this moment each second is a gift
but in between theres road rage and someones kid gets hit .
let the little things slide take a moment to breath
dont be in such a hurry deaths blade is just in reach
if you dont appritiate your life step aside for the ones that do
it goes on and on till the break of dawn for I keep this shit ol' school
Im a thinker in this society but thoughts are puffy clouds
sometimes you need a homeboy to show you the ways and hows
im just lookin out for you kid and your lookin out for me
like a crystal clear lake its all reflection that you see .
Beats so funky Ill make your vertebra snap
flipping french toast till I make a large stack
Word to ya mutha if I had my druthaz
wed spray paint this whole city then head off to anotha .
Take the first train glidin over tha city
my future seems so bleak showin me no pity .
I raise up from the guttaz
to greet my bruthaz
with a quick hand shake we aint flashin no colaz
I pull up my white sock to cover my Deuce Deuce
lets head up to the bodega and get some orange juice .
step around the corner and what do I find
sprayed in tha face with some mace it made me blind!
I reached for my sock to pull out my deuce
I said to hell with yo forget about the juice
I leaned against a brick wall to gain my sight
but my hommies got pissed and proceeded to fight
JR got mad and busted this kids dome
I regained my eyesight time to break the hell home .
Chorus
In this concrete jungle you never know whats next
Always ready for fist-to-cuffs or to snap some necks
Im a zen warrior kinda like a samurai
with each and every step im prepared to die
livin in tha city yo this aint no joke
crack heads take your life just to get the next toke.
if your not from the city you wont understand my pain
everyones out to get you make you feel insane
whatch what you do and everything that you say
cause if money pulls a jammy youll have a real bad day
Verse 2
Im an inner city kid from the center of the city
steppin lightly with my big stick and never lookin shifty
seems the planets loosin grasp of whats reality
while I wonder if my next step will bring prosperity
left behind for so long with no chance catchin up
the playgrounds full of razorblades cause the mayors so corrupt
live life in this moment each second is a gift
but in between theres road rage and someones kid gets hit .
let the little things slide take a moment to breath
dont be in such a hurry deaths blade is just in reach
if you dont appritiate your life step aside for the ones that do
it goes on and on till the break of dawn for I keep this shit ol' school
Im a thinker in this society but thoughts are puffy clouds
sometimes you need a homeboy to show you the ways and hows
im just lookin out for you kid and your lookin out for me
like a crystal clear lake its all reflection that you see .
unrelenting, persevering way that the beat engages and enhances the clear message of your experience in very provocative lyrics. The sometimes negative realities are combined with a very positive and insightful communication of hope for the future even in some of the most dire of circumstances. Your music reflects this in what feels like a pragmatic but slightly upbeat theme. Be well, Benny. :-)