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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
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James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
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Jay Dee
Jay Dee
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For real, e'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine Follow your heart and not mankind For real, for real, I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine Said everybody shine, c'mon" It's not luck that I'm sittin' here spittin' for y'all Preeld in by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin' They called me Little Man all in the boulevard When I was young, my family used to party hard Gangs of uncatched kids turned to blood ketchup The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump Skinned knees from being bad-ass little boys Police sirens and baby screams was average noise Hip-Hop came, the ghetto copped the soundtrack Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that? Malik Taylor introduced it to me He said, "Forget Benny Hill, nigga, let's MC" Twelve years old, rhymin' in the backroom For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh The Juice Crew rule but who's this nigga KRS? Reference points, too many to wish for Battlin' niggas on trains, I stay raw Never let my dream die I was happy and high goin' to Alee's and Bed-Stuy We made our first demo tape Excited like a mawfucka, lookin' for our first break I know ("F'real") You can do it ("Listen to the story I tell yo) Be abidin', chy'all (F'real") I know ("Don't let 'em hate to front you") You can see it ("Get up and follow me and flow again, use my life as an example") Do it, and see it, and be nobody else Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aight One year later, the Tribe was initiated Bonita came, it was wild how she dominated Can I kick it parled us to our next phase So drunk in those days, I truly was amazed How I got up enough to make tunes People cheered me, it was Foreign, then came Low End Theory People quickly recognized who we are Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar Tours with P.E., Naughty, and the Geto Boys Arsenio Hall, women then were evil toys Whisperin' hate inside my brother's virgin ears Tryin to hurt but, yo, we stood amongst the tears Midnight was even tighter, now look at us Condoms is on the rida stored on the bus It got funky right here, I had to save my life In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit' Phife Moves to a land to get away but back home Job was urkin' us, it sent me through a danger zone The good thing, I found Allah in the process An angel appeared wit' sneaky ways and gave me stress Now what am I to do? My album's platinum but I'm still feelin' blue, c'mon Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah ("You can do it") Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah ("I know") Yeah, yeah ("You can see it") Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Makin' my way, the wilderness has grown fierce Redemption and my heart, both of them was pierced Crashed my truck, didn't think I'd make it out Had a hit on my life, he thought I screwed his wife Plus my house burned down, me and Ands was in it My crew was tired and I knew we had to end it But through all of this, I'm still here Take notes and let hope floats I'm still here, take note and let hope float I'm still here, take notes and let hope float You can do the same shit that I'm doin' You can do the same thing that I'm doin', uh-huh I'm still here, take note, let it, uh-hah Still here, take notes and let it float, ha-ha Still here, take and let it You can do the same thing I'm doin', thing that I'm doin' Still here, take and let it, uh-hah Still here, take notes, let it float, c'mon Still here, take notes, let it float, c'mon Do the same thing that I'm doin' if ya pay attention I know You can see it Do it, and see it, and be nobody else
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, James Dewitt Yancey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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