He almost caught a bad one when he tried to enter our wayĪnd out on the corner, some kid gets taxed That on the the microphone punk I can do thisīack in the days when kids were mack daddies You're so foolish, but I think you knew this Stick out my chest to be a kid and get burned His reward, was almost a bullet in his chestĪnd on that stage, is where I first learned Had the crowd had the rhymes going, I never fess 'Cause a strong song to you is what I sent That style of rhyme won't let you live long That's the element you carry your rhymes on Now you're in my sight, the Buddha sees you smoke up So the sleeper did sleep but the sleeper shoulda woke up You said I didn't have it that I couldn't compete Things moved fast, but you knew the scoopĪnd your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap groupĪ modern day production of the city street In the heart of the city you was born and bred
This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza ParadiseĪ new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues
