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God Bless The Child
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When the smoke clears I'll be standing alone.
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Brooklyn hip-hop. Real music. No gimmicks.
My music is just raw hip hop from the heart. I'm still stuck in the early to mid 90's era. That's the type of music I do. What you hear is what you get. I don't spend mad hours on one song. I lay it down on one take, one time. That's it.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #4,684
Peak in subgenre #2,549
Author
O-Zone
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Bless The Child Music
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January 22, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I just heard the beat one day & came up with the hook, then laid down the lyrics. Have you ever had a beat talk to you? That's what happen here.
Lyrics
Verse 1 I once rocked a crowd for 40 days & 40 nights/ Didn’t stop if I still saw people in sight/Nobody wants 2 rhyme once I’m up in the park/Scared to death to come out & battle after dark/You’re missin a heart like the tin-man from Oz/Tell the wizard all I need is one mic like Nas/For my voice to be heard, express thoughts through words/ They say the last shall be first, not second or third/I bring of herd of Mc’s wit me on to the stage/Hungry niggaz wit talent who broke out of a cage/I turn the page & keep writin, to a new heighten/My verse strikes the paper quicker than lighting. (Hook) God bless the child that could hold his own. 3x When the smoke clears I’ll be left standing alone. 1x (2x) Verse 2 See the mic right there the sign says don’t touch/ Get a style of your own that shouldn’t cost much/ You rappers are boring, I’m tired of you spittin/ Plus I always had a feelin some freestyles were written/You might think it’s a joke, but son I’m not kiddin/I stopped jumpin in cyphas when my lyrics got bitten/Vampires in the crowd & You don’t know who they are/That’s why at open mics, I’m gettin drunk by the bar/You’ll be leaving with scars if I catch you reciting/Anything that I wrote it’s a fight you inviting/I’m from the east coast I don’t throw them bows/I’ll kick some shit that’ll have black rob sayin WHOA!/O’s the real deal you better start believing/You’ve been defeated in the battle but don’t think we even/ Don’t think you leavin cause this aint over just yet/The fat lady hasn’t sung I haven’t broken a sweat. (Hook) (2x) Verse 3 I’m the newest addition to rap, pay your admission/I have ambitions to win I don’t need an audition/Don’t perform on commissions under any conditions/Make sure you cop my CD’s 1st & 2nd edition/Roll the L, pass the lighter & begin the ignition/I start playin with these words, like I’m a magician/I’m the livest musician, send you 2 the mortician/Take your beat & sample it without using permission/You could bring every artist to come sign a petition/I guarantee you at least half will join me in partition/They tell me I’m contagious, need 2 see a physician/Lately rap has been weak without the proper nutrition/Many industry positions are filled with politicians/ Who know nuthin of the culture still made the transition/I learned rhymin in the streets didn’t pay no tuition/This verse should be in the wall of fame on exhibition/Since I’m Latin I doubt I’ll get the right recognition/Are we conspired against, I guess I have my suspicions/You never heard this before don’t look for repetitions/I run through most rhymes & I don’t take intermissions. (HooK) (6x)
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