tried doing lyrics my self but here it is my mums was always selling dr g s, So i was able to roam and at the age of music:.12 i got into the dr I_I g scene, I'ma drop out of high school at the age of music:.15 then the age of music:.18 bless you both with the beautiful birth, but this birth had to be fed without a neglect and without a education you cant get no respect, searching for a appointment but wasn't nothing but a disappointment so you went off and got your own appointment on the streets you accumulated green for your seed and inherited material
dope song! so tried doin lyrics myself too and.. quote: "cause recognition to godbodys on inner city streets that fell they hit the curb hard massively elevated to the top but started at the bottom maintain position well and even caught stardom became a victim to a substance that u pushed on block now ur life is off the hook and u mo hard rock she grew up without any godies(?) at home ur mums is always out dr_gs and u was able to roam at the age of thirteen u entered the dr_gscene and then dropped out of highschool at the age of fifteen at the age of eighteen plan that u seeding ur earth(?) al|ah blessed u both with a beautiful birth..." correct me if im wrong.. :)
Nice, i think you got it better then me you prob did and i don't know if you're wrong i tried to find the lyrics everywhere but i just cant find it. But you did it really good i could like hear the words properly from what you typed like it was more clear ya feel me?
Nothing is better than the original Old school hip hop ritual The street poetry verbals deep instrumentally Peace to the old schoolers for contributing knowledge in the game Ever since they're retirements shit's ain't the same🎤🎤🎤🎤😔😞😤😡
Mick Jagger "the lead singer from The Rolling Stones",wrote this song! He was a huge hip hop head,he wrote "NY State of Mind,Dead Presidents, Notorious Thugs(Lazy Bone's verse) and he wrote Chief Kerf-Faneto!
This is real hip hop. Morden mainstream hip hop lost its contacts with the culture, the realness, the roots. I listen to this underground artists who didnt get big money from this, i feel a passion, a devotion to hip hop, a mystic vibe, i dont get from almost any of these artists who got millionaires. This is what hip hops about
Please dont be that type of hip hop head…YES this song is a godsend YES this is better than about 80% of the current music but your limiting yourself if your saying this is raps peak or that this type of vibe is non existent in todays music. Cmon now
@@xkxngx8936 He's right with everything though. If you ask most modern rappers why they got into Rap nowadays, they'll tell you they do it to get rich. It's just not the same. The culture doesnt exist anymore
This is my favorite song rn. It’s so beautiful and real. A lot of people in the hood can relate. Though I truly wonder what happened to this guy. I can’t find anything about him on the internet and I hope he’s okay. May Allah bless him. Ameen 😭🙌🏾❤️
sometime im sad coz i grew up in the right time but the wrong country, so i wasnt able to listen to this divine sounds as i was young. but now i am listening to this and i remember my carefree times and its like it was yesterday. :) thx for this upload
This is how I look back on my teenage years and somehow a tear rolls down my face and in 2021 we will be present to reminisce about our childhood and the golden 90's. Yo, yo. Peace.
Thats what im talkin about,real hip hop how people today can live without it? Listenin to all this crap goin on radios worldwide everyday,thanx to this great underground rap uploader I can get to know all these great songs,dont stop what u doin
Yo my boy just sent me this ... wow I’m amazed at the love for this record I produced and wrote it along with my brother ... we went through a lot turmoil in the streets and every lyric is true all facts
Yo bro could you send me the full lyrics of the song? i would love to translate it to spanish so more people could understand about real hip hop! Much props for this track tho
Who’s here in 2022? Found a “90s underground hip hop- rare tracks” playlist which included this song. I love this kind of music. Wish it was on iTunes.
Lyrics: Man promoted for the job he did on the streets of the H2O where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows into their country and then they do time. Get caught with a nigga bag brother man get caught with a nigga bag says the lady on your way to get yo hair fixed. You'll do Big Ben, Big Ben is time. Yo This recognition to God Bodies on inner city streets that fell and hit the curb hard massively. Elevated to the top but started at the bottom Maintained position while an even core starvin Became a victim to a substance that you pushed on block Now your life is off the hook and you mo hot rocks You grew up without any guidence at home Ya moms is always so drunk so you were able to roam At the age of 13 you entered the drug scene And then dropped outta high school at the age of 15 At the age of 18 planting your seed in ya earth Allah blessed you both with a beautiful birth But this birth had to be fair without a neglect And without an education you can't get no respect Searchin for employment nothin but disappointment So you went for nothin and got your own employment On the streets you accumalating green for your seed And inherited material for nessecity needs Blew the spot had workers at a normal shore block From north main to south main The h2o was mad hot You even shorted brothers for their tatts and their crops Even words you said prices was high on the stock But on the L you was puffin up fools and fell into relm later on it would be easy to tell The truth no doubt it was all going down the hill Empire you had grew was on its way to the ground Cause of a night you introduced ya mouth piece to the pipe And took your life into a relm where it was hard to see light yo From riches to rags From dime pieces to crabs from Puffin lot smokin to coppin crack on the ave This change of life be a reflection of a physical that fell and the man owed to the depths of hell Once a playa but now you stand all played out The latest dope crackhead dealer the rumors be about God bless I know your days are filled with enough stress But on your journey never ceases to hold down your backs I'm writin rhymes for the ghetto dwellers buildin the cellers Fat concepts as steps for the story tellers Preparin rhymes narcrotic on the block mad hot Watch your back black or get back to the plot What you thought it couldn't happen ya better rise up Fore the undertaker be sizin ya up But really it doesn't matter when ya from son You could be a big dick nigga still get done See ya round my way Niggas act mad trife Playin Russian Roulette with the next mans life Games a situation similar to Vietnam Not a day goes by where the night seems calm I used to lay in my rest with a bag of boodabless Gettin set, not a times occuppy with stress Shit is a mess I used to run games but niggas that change like the weather Now I sit strange brothers love faka than pleatha But I still got love for my niggas no doubt no doubt Even though I can't figure out these actions out So watch the love son watch the love (bruh) for you and ya crew Be rest and above Now my man wanna front big town on the regula Out in public place talkin on the cellula You gotta dip let us put ya whip on the jewels flyin in now she took you on a trip The same elsewhere but you couldn't see clear Now the next man's pushin up from the rear He got ya jewels He got ya dip pushed in ya whip but You couldn't see nothin So you got stripped of material things mad cash You kept the stash and was blottin on the table where Ya ass will crash or be ass out A no name heard with no clout You're a pussy for the loot Yes we'll see what it's about Yo From riches to rags From dime pieces to crabs from Puffin lot smokin to coppin crack on the ave This change of life be a reflection of a physical that fell and the man owed to the depths of hell Once a playa but now you stand all played out The latest dope crackhead dealer the rumors be about God bless I know your days are filled with enough stress But on your journey never ceases to hold down your backs Man promoted for the job he did on the streets of the H2O where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows into their country and then they do time. Get caught with a nigga bag brother man get caught with a nigga bag says the lady on your way to get yo hair fixed. You'll do Big Ben, Big Ben is time. Please correct me if I need it. It took me an hour to do this.
i keep thinking of that ODB "who da fuck wanna be a mc, if you cant get paid to be a mc". never heard these dudes before but man...seem like another diamond in the ruff that the rest dont give a damn about. i know people who would rather search for trash than quality just so they can get a lil self esteem pick-me up. fucking disgrace. THESE are the people that deserve our respect, admiration, and attention.
max dietrich you can eat the buds I used to and know other people who do. I have been wanting to quit smoking so much, and cook with it. Eating weed is bad for your stomach I heard though if you're eating the straight buds and picking off of it. To be honest I would rather Eat weed than eat certain types of plants and vegetables.
Reminds me of the wire. Reminds me of struggle, in a dying city. Reminds me of rain when u had no good shoes and those puddles would make ur feet wet forever. Makes me sad
Lyrics: [Intro: Gil Scott-Heron] Being promoted for the job he did on the streets of [the H2O] where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows in the country, and then they do time Get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman. Get caught with a nickel bag, sisterlady on your way to get your hair fixed You'll do Big Ben, and Big Ben is time.” [Verse 1] Yo, this recognition to God bodies on inner-city streets That fell and hit the curb hard massively Elevated to the top but started at the bottom Maintain position well and even caught stardom Became a victim to a substance that you pushed on the block Now your life is off the hook and you mo hot rocks You grew up without any guidance at home Your moms was always out drunk so you was able to roam At the age of 13 you entered the drug scene And then dropped out of high school at the age of 15 At the age of 18, planted the seed in your Earth Allah blessed you both with a beautiful birth But this birth had to be fed without a neglect And without an education you can’t get no respect Searching for employment was nothing but disappointment So you went for nothing and get your own employment On the streets you accumulated grief in your seed And inherited material for necessity needs Blew the spot, had workers out on almost all blocks From North Main to South Main, the H20 was mad hot You even shorted brothers for their cheddar and their crops And even worse you said prices was high on the stock But on the L you was puffin' enough woolies then fell Into a realm when later on it would be easy to tell The truth, no doubt, it was all going down The empire you had built was on its way to the ground 'Cause overnight you introduced your mouthpiece to the pipe And took your life into a realm where it was hard to see light, yo [Chrorus] From riches to rags, from dime pieces to crabs From puffing lot smoking to copping crack on the ave This change in life be a reflection of a physical that fell In the manhole to the depths of hell Once a player, but now you stand all played out The latest dope crackhead dealer the rumors be about God bless, I know your days are filled with ’nough stress But on your journey never cease to hold it down your best [Verse 2] I'm writin' rhymes for the ghetto-dwellers, buildin' and sellers Phat concepts and steps for the storytellers Preparing rhymes like product on the block, mad hot Watch you back black or get bagged in the plot What you thought it couldn't happen? Better wise up 'fore the undertaker be at ya sizin' you up It really doesn't matter where you’re from son You could be a big dick nigga still get done See around my way niggas act mad trife Playin’ Russian roulette with the next man's life Games and situations similar to Vietnam Not a day goes by when the night seems calm I used to lay at my rest with a bag of Buddha bless gettin’ set Now the times occupied with stress, shit is a mess I used to run games but niggas done changed, like the weather Now shit's strange 'cause the love's faker than pleather But I still got love for my niggas no doubt Even though I can’t figure these actions out So watch the love son, watch the love For you and your crew B, restin' above (no doubt) Now my man wanna front, big time on the regular Out in public places talkin' on the cellular You gotta tip, better sport your whip While the [?] now she took you on a trip to St. Elsewhere 'Cause you couldn't see clear Now the next man's pushin' up from the rear He got your jewels, he got your dip, pushin' your whip But you couldn't see nothin' so you got stripped Of material things, mad cash, she kept the stash And was plottin' on the day your ass would crash And be ass out, a no-name herb with no clout Yo the pussy for the loot that's what she was about [Chrorus] From riches to rags, from dime pieces to crabs From puffing lot smoking to copping crack on the ave This change in life be a reflection of a physical that fell In the manhole to the depths of hell Once a player, but now you stand all played out The latest dope crackhead dealer the rumors be about God bless, I know your days are filled with 'nough stress But on your journey never cease to hold it down your best [Outro: Gil Scott-Heron] Being promoted for the job he did on the streets of [the H2O] where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows in the country, and then they do time Get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman. Get caught with a nickel bag, sisterlady on your way to get your hair fixed You'll do Big Ben, and Big Ben is time.”
