My skin consist of..
Cement, concrete and steel
Lost within the shadows..
Of living breathing monuments
Like scared ground i'm bound to it
Them bricks, them streets
Is like my heartbeat
See my soul was born between the 5th floor and pebble beach...
Thats project talk for roof tops
Same place we made cherries pop
Hitting Cops with Rocks
as they watched my idols flip rocks for cash knots
Last night they shot Roc
Chased chino out is socks
Same rooftop
Now we letting off glocks
Keeping pigeons by the flocks
My flow was provoked by the fact we was broke
All we had was emcee dreams and ganja smoke
Plotting for breadman
Flowing over Redman
We tipped ashes in beer bottles
Them dudes u was afraid to walk pass was our role models
UR NOT FEELING ME
Im not from NY
NY is in me
Im from the BRONX
Putting flows to beats was born here
Battle bars birth place, in the first place
Virtues i hold close to me
WHO AM I SUPPOSE TO BE!!!!!
A man is defined by his words
If u not loud u wont be heard
Iron train gallops over head
Another neighbor's son is dead
Over bread
I'm from unsubtle rebutles
Turn gun scuffle
Block party one shot..
Feet shuffle
Home now avoiding piss puddles
This aint a struggle
Its the everyday hustle
Try to evade the strays and ricochets
My corner was full of dudes looking to get paid a quicker way
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!
We from
Playing tag
To tagging up
packing bags to bagging up
Acting bad to acting up
Night time play in the pool
Now its night time we playing pool
Rack'em up
One of us caught beef we all had to back 'em up
Street Boppers
Beat Boxers
Slap Boxers
My mind runs along KRS-1
See how the bridge was over before it begun
We lable the borough home of the champions
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!!!!!!!
The Bronx birth lyrical minds
Rooted pride in all our lines
The lyrical capital
We built by design
Bronx finest
Bronx bravest
Bronx ledgend
LARRY DAVIS
We went from burnt out
To Boogie Down
Timbo's Hoodied down
Before Blood's and Crypts came along
It was Spades, Latin Kings and Decepticons
Find the X on the map
Thats where the verbal treasures at
Where rhyme flow is measured at
Its just what we better at
Gun fights at Midnight
By morning mural in the lobby
Beer's and candles
His moms trippin to much to handle
Both her son's were killed to set an example
They were bronx legends
Babe Ruth..Mickey Mantle
Just because of how they played the game...
Now they gone price of fame
R.I.P besides they name
Moment of silence....
Big Tiny
Black
Remo
Martin Santiago
Nelson Blanco
Mike Moore
Mike was 14 when they put two in his chest
He was only dating a spanish girl
Her brothers kept warning him...
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!!!!!!!
To many of my tears watered Woodlawn cemetary
Miles Davis is there
I would write poems on his tomb when ever i was feeling Kind of Blue
They took Scott La Rock before Criminal Minded dropped
This is for Tariq and Peter Guns
This is for
Morris Houses
Edenwald
Mott Haven
The Bronx is home
Kiss the pavement
but...UR NOT FEELING ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Writteninpain
i wrote this while listening to a Eryk Moore track....the show we was doing that week was about where u from...so it hit me....i get home sick a lot.....so writing this was just there.....it just took me there.
Cement, concrete and steel
Lost within the shadows..
Of living breathing monuments
Like scared ground i'm bound to it
Them bricks, them streets
Is like my heartbeat
See my soul was born between the 5th floor and pebble beach...
Thats project talk for roof tops
Same place we made cherries pop
Hitting Cops with Rocks
as they watched my idols flip rocks for cash knots
Last night they shot Roc
Chased chino out is socks
Same rooftop
Now we letting off glocks
Keeping pigeons by the flocks
My flow was provoked by the fact we was broke
All we had was emcee dreams and ganja smoke
Plotting for breadman
Flowing over Redman
We tipped ashes in beer bottles
Them dudes u was afraid to walk pass was our role models
UR NOT FEELING ME
Im not from NY
NY is in me
Im from the BRONX
Putting flows to beats was born here
Battle bars birth place, in the first place
Virtues i hold close to me
WHO AM I SUPPOSE TO BE!!!!!
A man is defined by his words
If u not loud u wont be heard
Iron train gallops over head
Another neighbor's son is dead
Over bread
I'm from unsubtle rebutles
Turn gun scuffle
Block party one shot..
Feet shuffle
Home now avoiding piss puddles
This aint a struggle
Its the everyday hustle
Try to evade the strays and ricochets
My corner was full of dudes looking to get paid a quicker way
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!
We from
Playing tag
To tagging up
packing bags to bagging up
Acting bad to acting up
Night time play in the pool
Now its night time we playing pool
Rack'em up
One of us caught beef we all had to back 'em up
Street Boppers
Beat Boxers
Slap Boxers
My mind runs along KRS-1
See how the bridge was over before it begun
We lable the borough home of the champions
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!!!!!!!
The Bronx birth lyrical minds
Rooted pride in all our lines
The lyrical capital
We built by design
Bronx finest
Bronx bravest
Bronx ledgend
LARRY DAVIS
We went from burnt out
To Boogie Down
Timbo's Hoodied down
Before Blood's and Crypts came along
It was Spades, Latin Kings and Decepticons
Find the X on the map
Thats where the verbal treasures at
Where rhyme flow is measured at
Its just what we better at
Gun fights at Midnight
By morning mural in the lobby
Beer's and candles
His moms trippin to much to handle
Both her son's were killed to set an example
They were bronx legends
Babe Ruth..Mickey Mantle
Just because of how they played the game...
Now they gone price of fame
R.I.P besides they name
Moment of silence....
Big Tiny
Black
Remo
Martin Santiago
Nelson Blanco
Mike Moore
Mike was 14 when they put two in his chest
He was only dating a spanish girl
Her brothers kept warning him...
UR NOT FEELING ME!!!!!!!!!
To many of my tears watered Woodlawn cemetary
Miles Davis is there
I would write poems on his tomb when ever i was feeling Kind of Blue
They took Scott La Rock before Criminal Minded dropped
This is for Tariq and Peter Guns
This is for
Morris Houses
Edenwald
Mott Haven
The Bronx is home
Kiss the pavement
but...UR NOT FEELING ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Writteninpain
i wrote this while listening to a Eryk Moore track....the show we was doing that week was about where u from...so it hit me....i get home sick a lot.....so writing this was just there.....it just took me there.
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