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Embodies portions from, "Last Call" by Kanye West (Def Jam, Roc-A-Fella/ 2004).
"One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)" by Billie Holiday (Verve Records/ 1957).
lyrics
( Verse One )
Bronzson in the building, I'm jus' tryin' to see a million
Worldwide, radio to television
Peace to my fam', whole fifty-fourth division
Any cat I ever chilled, sparked a splift with
Our path meets again, its all love 'til you'll switch it
I ain't the type to sell out, or act different
I'm more like the preacher, Sunday morning with his scripture
Hope these words lift up another nigga
Let a kid read my bio, start illustratin' pictures
On how to get out his 'hood, but may I mention
His pen better craft graphics like Stan Lee's "Avengers"
Fuck them naysayers, they got no vision
I stay true to my art, Andy Warhol living, could see a scene
Go home, pull out the pen and relive it
Lines flip off the paper like some Japanese ninjas
If situation serious, could leave you dismembered
(C'mon)
( Break )
( Second Verse )
We from them parts, where slave mentality still hawks
Catch a deer in ya headlights, back roads, when it's dark
Same place MJ jumped off wit' just one shot
Off the same ground you figured Kunta Kinte walked
Dudes hustle, by '94, they brought the narcs
Yeah, you heard it all before, it's that same 'hood talk
Every ghetto got 'em, for every good there's a problem
My career, stay attackin' more boards than Dennis Rodman
Seen good paper long before they hung Saddam 'nd
Ran wit' Muslims that practiced Ramadan and
Plant seeds in my lines, I'm an avid farmer
Head stay above water since I mastered karma
Connect wit' more followers, as record labels
Try to corrupt more artists, but they can't get all of us
I rocked in other area codes, and it was marvelous
Cats feelin' it, face expressions were obvious
Ain't worry 'bout a dollar bill, can get 'em, got a lot of skill
Ya might not think like me, cut from the same cloth, same build
Two slugs, one kill, how I made your brain spill
And can do it high off gas, Crack, and pain pills
Throw you in the same drill, 'til it all gets redundant
See every lesson dealt, you ain't learn from it
Most these cats in Rap need to start from scratch
And those claimin' Hip-hop, needs to give that back
(C'mon)
( Break )
(Outro)
credits
from Gray Matter,
released November 11, 2019
( E. Gardner, H.E. Pritchard Jr. )
Produced by Ern-Money for Ern-Money Productions and U.M.A.R.C. Management.
Written and performed by Howard Bronzson.
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