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Father's Day
04:40
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It's 5 in the a.m., Time to awaken
Back and belly aching and there's no breakfast waiting
I gotta brave the cold, win the bread
Bring the bacon
The rent is late in this small God forsaken
My third double shift, it's like there's no God
Just me vs the world and it's no holds barred
Cus these fucking WIC checks only go so far
So daddy's gotta go to work and he's gotta go hard
But it's so hard to save up
So hard to hold on to er'ry dollar scraped up, coins in the change cup
When you already poor, son, it pours when the rain come
Can't afford insurance through the job, it's a pay cut
And some risks I just can't afford so I stay up
Grinding on that overtime, the only way to cake up
Cus nowadays a 9 to 5 just ain't enough
So no time for a day off to just play the cut
I wanna give my daughter more
Than hand-me-down clothes and food from the dollar store
See, there was a time I'd rack a few stacks in no time at all
Slanging bags to new jacks of crushed Tylenol
But consequence blessed me with a baby girl and conscience
Now my time is spent trying to repent for my sins
Tryna scrub my hands hard for all the diet that I did
Thanking "damn, what if someone did that shit to my kids"
I've watched fools spend a hot meal's worth on scratch cards
Four kids at home... The fucks he doing that for?
There's nothing to be gained by waiting on the grace of God
I find my faith when I cradle Lauryn in my arms
Shit is real
Chorus:
I won't make it home until daylight comes
I gotta work for mine, can't pray like some
Being a man's a burden and its my cross to bare
I gotta wake and rise before the sunshine
So I shine before the sunrise
I won't make it home until daylight comes
I gotta work for mine, can't pray like some
Being a man's a burden and its my cross to bare
I gotta wake and rise before the sunshine
So I shine before the sunrise
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The Apollo Creed
04:17
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Apache
01:45
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ABCDE
03:03
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A 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
I'm on a hunt for a whole pound of flesh y'all
Get your neck sawn... with the ginsu
Cut tendons and muscle tiss y'all
Cus I'm in the cut like a bench saw
And I'll dent your fronts like a fender
The incredulous Oedipus motherfucking King
And all the rest is pretenders
Catch your breath y'all
Quarter rest y'all
Any longer you might catch a bed sore
Grab a stress ball, snap your press ons
My fault making y'all sweat for this long
Letting clips off
From the rickshaw
With Orenthal Simpson and Kim Jeong
I'm in ya hood like WIC checks and menthols
We gon' ride this bitch till the treads off
You gon' bite your lip Pa and tread soft
I'm Goin' Off like alarm clocks and Bizmark
I'll Little Bighorn the beat, so go to war with the Chief
I win NDN plain and simple
A 1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
You not blood, cuz... You not crip dog
The gang life don't fit in your jigsaw
Go play lawn darts with your in-laws
Lacrosse and golf, Martha's vineyard
You can't stay on par with the big boys
I'm Nikola Tesla setting the bench mark
Hence y'all, my throwaways shit on your best bars
I sketch with my left and shit out a Renior
Your time is up nigga, this is your send off
Prepare for war no sitting to bench warm
Parabellum rip through your Kevlar
I'm versatile
Stay gutter, my pen sharp
I birthed your style,
Shae butter my stretch marks
Perch up for a while, cus y'all heard I'm wild
Getting my dick sucked midway through my Ted Talk
Cock sure and headstrong with a penchant to drip venom
Y'all niggas never spit to this echelon
On the redeye from Bedstuy to Crenshaw
Peace to PEACE peace peace to Riddlor, Peace to Self Jupiter, Jedi and Sith Lords
Hentai and shit porn
Left Eye and Rip Torn
Senpai, Arepas, Chancletas and Bitcoin
All them niggas from the Westside of Krypton
The name Big Chief and I'm in the wigwam
HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON!
WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU SAYIN?!
1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
I came in the door, Provocateur
They say Yibambe like T'Challah's roar
With a dick harder than Wakandan ore
Married to the game before common law
Y'all saying anything and all common whores
Sing "Machine guns" with the Commodores
Hit 'em up with a Sig .22Pac Shakur
Split your motherfucking pompadour
Coronal suture flap like bomber doors
Y'all been warned, sound the horns
Light the torch of Gondor and bar your doors
One does not simply walk into the monster's jaws
1, 2 uh... Yes yes y'all
Just want Snoop to call me a nephew
ABCDE and F y'all
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Slang (D/Bboy Schism)
03:26
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The Parable of Dave
03:39
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Dave the dope fiend
Sleeping on the late train to Fort Green
Once the heroin fades through his whole stream
He waking up to see his way through the smoke screen
No money to his name for horsey
Can he score another day with no strings
Do he try and stay away and go clean
Or try stretching out the H with codeine
Poor Davey his legs is so weak
He sway trying to stay on his old feet
Body aching the cravings so deep
Dry tears on his face and crow's feet
Ain't showered or bathed in 4 weeks
He ain't eaten for days and no drink
People offering change to go eat
But there's a dragon to chase with no wings
He need a bag of that...
Fast forward next day... He feeling cold in the summer
Before too long he starts to fold to the hunger
The Jones so hard the dragon woke from the slumber
Waiting all day to feel his pulse in the plunger
So he makes his way to a block he knows
Where the tar is cheap and papi lace the platanos
Ran into Danny Boy, he stock the ill envelopes
Mad brown, mad krills, mad Galapagos
Dave: Aye young blood, how bout you let me hold some
Danny: kick rocks homeboy you still owe me, don't front
Dave: Nigga, I'll have that soon, you know I'm good for it
Danny: Matter fact I believe there's something you can do for me
My girl Sarah been sneaking off with good product so I need someone that'll leave her in a wood coffin
Use caution, she slick and might give you the slip, take no risk and use this old shotgun
Now Davey ain't take a life since his days in the service
But his frame of mind got him thinking that it's worth it
So at Veronica place by Tilden
On the roof of a building, shotgun concealed in...
A duffle bag, leaned off that dreary lane muffin man
Trying to work up the nerve just to pump it back
He starts pacing on the roof back and forth
Heard footsteps racing to the roof access door
Out bursts a young man with an automatic baby glock
Hot pursuit, just tried to shoot a lady cop
Asked Dave for more ammo but he had none
More shocked the kid looked young enough to be his grandson
Almost handed him the pump for a second
But thought maybe he should point him in the right direction
Before a cautionary word, he ran down the stairs
No time for a burn out, kid got the fuck outta there
To be continued...
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Big Chief SMASH:
Epic like... Homer's Odyssey
Rockin' niggas this summer like Ghost's wallabies
They want flavor, keep it garlicky
Hot and funky... Feta cheese and jalapeño collard greens
When the forks in my hand, DO NOT BOTHER ME
It's Big Chief SMASH, I'm on my Bootsy Collins
Stretchin' out base so I keep the cookies poppin'
Keep your Pepsi cans warm and your rocks lit
Keep a steady hand going till the high hits
GET DOWN, the game's getting chancy
Take these niggas back like James Brown to James Yancy
Shaking nigga off of their mound cus they ass cheek
Take em off the stage now cus they last week
Make my funk... That George Clinton sweating in velour in a Chevy with upholstery that's leather
That Herbie Hancock eating curry pan fried on a curb in Bangkok in a furry tank top
Big Chief SMASH as Tuco Ugly:
Well it's the one man stampede, my hoof set and ready
My hood Serengeti, five foot seven Yetti
The heavy set teddy wrecking up your Chevy deck
Rump shake, cut tape, you couldn't keep a levy wet
Open up the flood gates
I duct tape TNT to the drum break
Us fat niggas cut cake
Oh you mad cus I'm styling on you
Smack! Don't let the kid get violent on you
It's the... Chief pistoleer Juan Wilkes Boothe
Repeat so it's crystal clear Juan will shoot
Him like click BLAOW the boi will shoot
Bust you in your shit, lea'ya one real tooth
So y'all the truth? Then I'm sodium pentethol
Keep pretending y'all can knock me off the pedestal
Press record hear the breath of God seeping in
Best regards, peace to you and yours, Chief and em
Big Chief SMASH as Johnny Schmutz:
The God's gender pronoun is elo-him
Y'all skim the profile cus he so grim
But y'all could tangle with just a sample of what he holds in
Now just imagine when he goes in
Laaawd try and dethrone him
Motherfuckers show up about a C note thin
I'm accurate, keep the kilos trim
Zeroed in
Passionate, you hard but when it's time to get crackin, you D-Bo's chin
Slackin
From the Queensboro bridge to the Cinco 10
Nigga I'll slap box your cheekbones in
Shrink, drop your rings, revert back to your default skin
Yous a quiche & sweet roll from a bistro pimp
Beast mode! I'll sleep hold a keynote's pen
Peligro! That rear choke's a pre-soaked win
Wash 'em
We got results in, determined you's a liar
Talk to UPS human resources, they hiring...
Yous a piece o'shit
I'm straight forward, elo-quent, you won't have to decode shit
I'm betting on the best, Charlie Hustle Pete Rose shit
A cut above the rest, let the hemo drip
Jackson Pollock with the eagle, feed the easel clips
Or here go six... BLAOW... from the pistolas
Get your meatloaf split
Head looking like the gyro ripped
Chief the layover for your ego trip
Fronted the rap game 12 perico bricks
Want it all back mane, and 3 fold quick
Peace to Marisol and Chris Quiñones
Bronx niggas eat corn bread with frijoles
We family...
If beef rolls in I debone ribs
You's a Kinkos print with a weak low tint
The maestro none can equal him
I'm like a... regular freaking Beethoven over here!
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12. |
SHOTS FIRED! (Part 1)
03:39
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This jam is dedicated to the kids on the block
Running from top heavy, pot belly cops
Ready or not, here come the beast on your spot
Slapping the cuffs on you as you bleed from a shot
If they don't... Skim from the top then they get what you got
Fabricate some charges and call you shit that you not
Disregard the fact if the officer's black
They racially profile their own too
It's a hardened fact
Dropping crack in your pant pocket during pat downs
Just to stick you with a 3 to 5, how does that sound?
Just or unjust...
Crooked cop, crook or not, let your guns bust
To protect and serve their own interests
When you see em hit the curb, hurdle over fences... RUN
From third strikes to your first offenses
Whether it was true or not
You're serving out your sentence
Everywhere we look it's sirens and pepper spray
Everywhere we book its high beams and yellow tape
They shut us down when we try to demonstrate
The block is hot but how long till the kettle breaks?
It's the beast Jake running your police state
Judges be snake bumping your release date
Pete's sake let the man up he can't breathe
They shot him with his hands up, it can’t be
Shot if you defy, shot if you comply
Shot with your hands empty reaching for the sky
Shot for asking why
Shot even if you're not the one they tryna find
And shot, shot from behind
They use irrational fear to try and justify
Take a throwaway iron and drop it at your side
They joke "breathe easy, don't commit the crime"
And when we start to riot they wanna act surprised
It's all designed to classify us as violent
They turn a blind eye to cops killed by white men
Mass shooters get taken alive and see trial
But we supposed to take it in stride? Aight then...
I should’ve been a cop, fuck hip hop
Not an informer, not an enforcer
A martyr, Chris Dorner, anti-rancid pork, taking a couple down for all us
Chorus:
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE
MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE
The only good cops are either dead or quit
So hand over your gun and shield before we run that shit
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE
MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE
The only good cops are either dead or quit
So hand over your gun and shield before we run that shit
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The Boogie-lude
01:22
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Its the four alarm, ring dingaling warn them all
fat chain, four finger ring coat of arms
last name means I'm the king holdin court
the full four course, you a lean cuisine stroganoff
these niggas talkin beef knowin Chief own the farm
you in the streets but you'll never reach tour de force
I'm on that J Fonzarelli beat bruisin jaws
you on that play on your celly think yous the boss
I'm on that lay on your belly teeth chew the floor
Andre Roussimoff pedigree to the drawers
I do damage… then box em two handed
Hands is Houdini… watch your tooths vanish
I been bangin, these the triggers that I'm buckin wit
I'm Ben Franklin… these the niggas that I'm fuckin wit
tuck your shit cus I'm off of the chain
now untuck your shit son I'm off with the chain
this oxtail soup… suga for the booga like a
hot rail snoot… trap star admiral
Akbar Allahu, niggas call me "hard truth"
catch me out in Cali rollin fatties with Ma Dukes…
we fuckin classy… pink caddies and vermouth
Tower Isle beef patties and chartreuse
Its one take Jake in your set like a stuck tape
a nigga known to get the fuck face from a drum break
I gets down! Off the rack with a chuck steak
to slap on that ass for the damage a punch makes
I shut 'em down! Like Chuck got into gun play
and Flav dropped the rock instead opting to pump weight
I'll drag Pac and Scott Larock up to Pun's wake
with L, Big Poppa and his momma to touch base
And pump a round through your letterman stitch
shit was amateur hour 'for I stepped in this bitch
Cali Colombia, we call it calico
we ain't buyin pyrex for no casserole
son this live and direct Joe Navaho
slinging arrows at the Alamo till the canons blow
Juan Mcenroe my arms a catapult
twin pythons right cross can shatter hope
Hassan Chop got em open like saddle soap
that last lines for my moms, act like you know!
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LEGACI - 2nd Movement
03:42
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Look...
... Brother cast off his earthly bonds
I got the call, s'all a blur till I heard "he's gone"
Word is bond Cy?... I'm hoping that I heard it wrong
He was gone too early on like a hurried song
Afraid I'd forget the lyrics, get the wording wrong
How we gon break the news to a worried mom
... I jumped behind the wheel and hurried home
Screaming bloody murder in the night like I was searching for him
I go numb for a few days per the norm
A week later, as I'm sitting through the service for him
Holding Deborah's hand tight, clenching through the sermon hard
All the shit I buried deep was chipping through the surface, Lord!
It's all too fast, I'm scared he'd get buried warm
Glad pops couldn't see it, I was hurting for him
Your heart broke and left your brother with a broken heart
I found comfort in picturing pops with open arms
Standing at the gate waiting for when your soul depart
Aunt Connie in Jannah "Cos. Stop your moping boy"
It still feel like you gon call me on the phone tomorrow
So I can pass the phone to Ma and let you joke with Lauryn
It's hard to see passed the tears that I'm choking on
Something like 20 years in a flash, over pa
Never afraid to tell my bruvah I luh yuh boi
Yo thats real shit, I love you bro
Some days Virgil, some days Dante
Some say virtue, some say God's way
Student of Jesus, Allah and Yahweh
And science say your light shines from far away
...If I unravel like silk
It's cus my heart's not equip to battle the guilt
Just save a room for me in the castle you built
Till then... A box of poptarts, quarter gallon of milk
Peace, peace.
Preacher:
If here were here... he'd say THATS RIGHT UNC! SHO' IS!!!
Chorus:
The sun has risen
And shone upon us
I'm grateful for this day
Even though the sun has set now
The clouds have darkened
I'm thankful for this rain
So we may grow... Strong...
And break loose of these chains
Brothers forged in the bonds of fire
Embrace the Legaci
John 14:1-5
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I remember every beating... He said was making me a man
And he believed in teaching with his hands
But the damage he was leaving
Would ultimately fracture me and show the weight of this burden sewn into my features
23 years have passed and I'm still scared of sleeping for the chance I might see him in a dream so I take to over eating
4 in the morning, tv on to drown out this feeling and the screams
And not a day goes by I'm not sweating bullets when I fantasize about the moment I can feed him one
And not a day goes by I don't stop and wonder... Why he beat me so much harder than his real son
And every now and again I push a hot knife to my skin and count to ten just so I can feel some'
Cus it's either feel that or feel numb
I shed a tear for that 8 year old child crying loud
Thinking how a God could allow
This man to cover his mouth until he passes out
Or hold him face down in the shower till he nearly drowns
Bring him back around and repeat this shit for hours
My real sense of loss was when moms wouldn't get involved
It's his house, he's the boss so don't piss him off
I learned that day my God was just a cross
And last bit of my faith had drifted off
I'm still haunted by the noise
When I was forced to watch him whip my dog with an extension cord
Then he would hang him by a noose in the garage, and beat him even more if I ain't finish my chores
Or take me to the yard
Strip me to my drawers
Drag me over broken glass he had smashed against the wall
After using me for target practice laughing through it all
Calling me a little faggot cus I couldn't handle more
But his damaged little boy
Was asking for the rod
Trying to make his daddy proud
Just a chance at showing off
Took it without sound to show daddy that he's hard
Knowing that was only a fraction what I endured
I'm eight years old getting beaten like a dog
He's twelve years old getting beaten Cus he wants!
Kept my sleeves long just incase the teachers saw
Said the bigger kids had beat me to draw the heat off of moms
Pretending I was sleeping whenever I'd hear the car
Praying he would leave me alone until tomorrow
Praying that I wouldn't get dragged into the hall
Choked against the wall cus I forgot to sweep the floor
...And that's why I don't pray no more
Can't look at life the same or feel pain no more
Can't look at night the same
triggered when the light fades to black and I don't feel safe during the day no more
The years are long gone I brought the war home with me
The fears not gone until them 'codones hit me
Just more volume, more pacing, more whiskey
But all I wanna do is sleep...
Chorus:
Do you see me standing here? my god
Do these tear drops mean a thing?
Do my cries for help here go unheard by you? my god
Do you even know my name?
Was I meant to shoulder all this pain alone? my god
Are you even there to see?
Cus It's getting harder to believe in you, my god
So do you believe in me?
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Big Chief SMASH Bronx, New York
Bronx representative! Fat boi. Lover of all mothers and sisters... especially yours. Veteran of 3 original Star Wars.
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