The, the, the, the Beginning
The, the, the, the Beginning
The, the, the, the Beginning
Tap in....38 circles around the sun, thankful for the good and bad
Blessings to my momz, f*ck the pops I never had
As for my older brother, I resented ya role when were younger
But we still love each other
My aunt rose to a better place
The mystic realm of my ancestors by the Lord's grace
My uncle is a strong part of the family huddle
There's not a pass he fumbled even with a lot to juggle
My beginnings was humble, taken razors to school
Worried about the let out, it's on win or lose
A girl ratted me out, no deadly force was used
Who knows what would've happened if the drama ensued
In the 80's...Mount Vernon was bad news
The terror of the crack era, mascara and rouge
Couldn't conceal effects, it had on sistas and vets
Mainly on family friends, strung like a marionette
Southside, Building 29, across from the Y
Right by the Metro Red n Blue line
Back when Buggin' Out threatened to f*ck you up 2 times
There was no mercy like Cobra Kai
Dealers everywhere, one tried to make a custy out of me
Shit, selling crack to kids wasn't a urban myth
Outside was lit, Inside my home it was strict
A belt was an extension of my mom's fist
Crafty with the discipline, but loved her children
Drafty air whistling winters were bone chillin'
Serenaded by Def Jam and Cold Chillin'
Bonded to the culture like a covenant, I lovedidit
It drew me in like a tractor beam from the mothership
Hip Hop nourished me like supplement
Me and bro fought for the remote control
Figure-four leg locks and sleeper holds
During that afternoon special the truce begun
If you from New York you know what aired on Channel 31
Like Native Tongues...I wore African leather medallions
And kufis, different from brother Numpsay
Word to my Umi, I was a fanatic for ninja movies
By Sho Kosugi
And Theo's Gordon Gartrell met the end of his blade
Late nights until my vision started to fade
Goodnight, sleep tight
Ima dead this verse the way television's went to static at midnight
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The, the, the, the Beginning
The, the, the, the Beginning
The, the, the, the Beginning
Tap in....38 circles around the sun, thankful for the good and bad
Blessings to my momz, f*ck the pops I never had
As for my older brother, I resented ya role when were younger
But we still love each other
My aunt rose to a better place
The mystic realm of my ancestors by the Lord's grace
My uncle is a strong part of the family huddle
There's not a pass he fumbled even with a lot to juggle
My beginnings was humble, taken razors to school
Worried about the let out, it's on win or lose
A girl ratted me out, no deadly force was used
Who knows what would've happened if the drama ensued
In the 80's...Mount Vernon was bad news
The terror of the crack era, mascara and rouge
Couldn't conceal effects, it had on sistas and vets
Mainly on family friends, strung like a marionette
Southside, Building 29, across from the Y
Right by the Metro Red n Blue line
Back when Buggin' Out threatened to f*ck you up 2 times
There was no mercy like Cobra Kai
Dealers everywhere, one tried to make a custy out of me
Shit, selling crack to kids wasn't a urban myth
Outside was lit, Inside my home it was strict
A belt was an extension of my mom's fist
Crafty with the discipline, but loved her children
Drafty air whistling winters were bone chillin'
Serenaded by Def Jam and Cold Chillin'
Bonded to the culture like a covenant, I lovedidit
It drew me in like a tractor beam from the mothership
Hip Hop nourished me like supplement
Me and bro fought for the remote control
Figure-four leg locks and sleeper holds
During that afternoon special the truce begun
If you from New York you know what aired on Channel 31
Like Native Tongues...I wore African leather medallions
And kufis, different from brother Numpsay
Word to my Umi, I was a fanatic for ninja movies
By Sho Kosugi
And Theo's Gordon Gartrell met the end of his blade
Late nights until my vision started to fade
Goodnight, sleep tight
Ima dead this verse the way television's went to static at midnight
The, the, the, the Beginning
The, the, the, the Beginning
Tap in....38 circles around the sun, thankful for the good and bad
Blessings to my momz, f*ck the pops I never had
As for my older brother, I resented ya role when were younger
But we still love each other
My aunt rose to a better place
The mystic realm of my ancestors by the Lord's grace
My uncle is a strong part of the family huddle
There's not a pass he fumbled even with a lot to juggle
My beginnings was humble, taken razors to school
Worried about the let out, it's on win or lose
A girl ratted me out, no deadly force was used
Who knows what would've happened if the drama ensued
In the 80's...Mount Vernon was bad news
The terror of the crack era, mascara and rouge
Couldn't conceal effects, it had on sistas and vets
Mainly on family friends, strung like a marionette
Southside, Building 29, across from the Y
Right by the Metro Red n Blue line
Back when Buggin' Out threatened to f*ck you up 2 times
There was no mercy like Cobra Kai
Dealers everywhere, one tried to make a custy out of me
Shit, selling crack to kids wasn't a urban myth
Outside was lit, Inside my home it was strict
A belt was an extension of my mom's fist
Crafty with the discipline, but loved her children
Drafty air whistling winters were bone chillin'
Serenaded by Def Jam and Cold Chillin'
Bonded to the culture like a covenant, I lovedidit
It drew me in like a tractor beam from the mothership
Hip Hop nourished me like supplement
Me and bro fought for the remote control
Figure-four leg locks and sleeper holds
During that afternoon special the truce begun
If you from New York you know what aired on Channel 31
Like Native Tongues...I wore African leather medallions
And kufis, different from brother Numpsay
Word to my Umi, I was a fanatic for ninja movies
By Sho Kosugi
And Theo's Gordon Gartrell met the end of his blade
Late nights until my vision started to fade
Goodnight, sleep tight
Ima dead this verse the way television's went to static at midnight
Writer: Miles Buckner
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid