Intro: {sample from movie}



Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio

Never get to see or hear a record being made

And only experience the finished product

Until now, you had no way of learning

Of the anormous complexity of the recording process

And this limits appreciation of music

We can't hope to explain all the complexity

But we hope to give you some insight

For the musical forces at work

And have a good time in the process



Chorus 2x: lil dap



Run for you life, if your life you live

Live behind the gun, and this is what you get

Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone

Listen to the word, that's how word is bond



{agallah}

Word is on the corner of gas & the plate

The don who got laced up by mistake

Time flies yo we chillin at his wake

Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake

Nice '88 black is held down with the white face

The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will

Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill

Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage

One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom

The rise of your life is on, negative or positive

You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give

Even if you got a bm, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him

Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom

Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them

Praying god, everytime we eatin



Chorus 2x



{lil dap}

My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps

Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars

More power to devour all these fake mc's

Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me

So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know

Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow

Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights

Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night

Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see

Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me

Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black

Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back



Chorus 2x



{blackadon}

Yo were i'm from eny, where there at? brooklyn

Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten

I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick

I'm strickly gettin biz

You know who it is, when you from brooklyn

Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids

And don't wonder why, just please come thru

With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do

It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing

Will snatch your chain, invect your brain

That was my frame of mind, when i think way back

The only thing to say was, my name was k slack

To overgate my sins, so i can be born again

Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan

You listen to my words, and you will be born

A life filled, a child worn



Chorus 2x


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