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Intro
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2. |
The Grand Design
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3. |
High Supreme Philly
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4. |
Street Lights
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5. |
Magic (feat. RJ Payne)
02:33
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Everything is Magic, black passion filled with fabrics
Cut from a cloth of kings raised in madness
Taxes divide the city put em in brackets
Fight for ten decades never bury the hatchet
Ni%as is ratchet b*tches is ratchet
Kids would mirror the parent so it’s a distraction up in classes
Childhood was the fastest kids to a gun was a magnet
Imagine if you was in that casket
You couldn’t fathom,
15 with 16 fragments to your blackness
Your block full of sadness
Racism hidden through the badges
Guns in packages, delivered to the youth now they savages
God’s gift, blasphemous
It’s money in crime so you get they ass to kiss
I was born in it too we ain’t ask for this
Everything is gone hustle to my casket dip
It’s Magic!
Wala, the good times are… the good times are gone
MAGIC
Wala, your family is here… your family is gone
MAGIC
Wala, the mula is here… the mula is gone
MAGIC
It’s like one minute you here and the next minute you disappear up in that box just like MAGIC
I never seen em’ pull a rabbit out a hat
But I seen em pull out a semi automatic out the back
I’m focused I see the roaches they be traveling with rats
I mean, look what they did to cousin Harold with the strap
See it’s vicious in the slum
Mothers call the girls b*tches when they young
Lil kids puttin swishers in they lungs
Come and visit where I’m from
This the place where the bitterness begun
All these clouds can’t benefit the sun
Being broke is nothing new shit I woke up in a zoo
They say the world is ‘bout to end and I’m just soaking up the view
Ni%a open up to who?
The kids barely got parents but they got a couple guns
They might be loading up for you
Let me tell you ’bout the gutta we live
It ain’t no way it’s safe enough for having mothers and kids
Ain’t no fathers in the house and ain’t no grub in the fridge
And ain’t shit gon change it always was what it is
It’s Magic!
Wala, the good times are… the good times are gone
MAGIC
Wala, your family is here… your family is gone
MAGIC
Wala, the mula is here… the mula is gone
MAGIC
It’s like one minute you here and the next minute you disappear up in that box just like MAGIC
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6. |
OMG
02:37
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They say Philly Last of a dying breed
I achieve them notice the haters blocking then I Impede
I’m the man in the city where I sleep
Philly Q—Now I got the Juice homie no Hi-C
I study discipline a master Tai che
Food from overseas, exotic teas that’s Guianese
This Primitime grindtime Prime D
Running with the peace through the field Do it with high with high knees
High stepping I’m super locked with my brethren
Where I’m from we ride dirty and hide weapons
Smoke weed we side hustle for side blessings
Put ya money behind the babies those are high investments
This the feeling of hip hop in dirty basements
The first skyhook Kareem made with a statement
This is Raw ignorance without pardon
The shit that make ya head bounce the
(HOOK)
This is JAY Z all black, DOA
The unapologetic shit you get from Kanye
Easy E, NWA
Shouting f**k the police in a Sox hat with a stoned face
I should spit this with Chuck D’s cadence
When Flav had his hat cocked right and clock shaking
12 is a joke they trackin’ every word Philly spoke and held it close
This is Satan’s Angel vs the Holy Ghost
Or that ni%a in all black creeping up with the toast
Man down, bloodshed the gun go boom
Thunderous, the sight and sound stuns the room
Who wants it? Y’all ni%as got obese when I couldn’t eat
I was selfless I got mine and cooked a feast
This is when conscious meets street
We need to push the real until the sh*t is obsolete
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7. |
Welcome To The Chi
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8. |
Money Over Vegas
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9. |
Smoke Dat (feat. UFO Fev)
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10. |
World War ME
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You either from the projects or row house concepts—It’s complex,
everybody’s urgent like they move wit a bomb threat
Unless you walk with the faith of knowing that God bless
Lil boys grow up with anger see’n they Pa rest
Pyrex pot flex hoes go for the car test
Get that mighty dolla now everybody get hard pressed
arm stretch faith on the ropes hope that god bless
Drive-bye’s lift from the side nigga no arm rest
A baby hit, they filmed the spit— no contest
If you caught, we taught to act brand new, we Rhymefest
17 with 30 on his watch he got his time set
Stay alive, and get plenty paper that be the Mindset
Ghetto babies dreaming high as the mind could get
Dope fiends is smoking getting high as the sky could get
Everybody’s eloping with whatever their vices is
We love it though we know where the crisis is
Ghetto Babies
Vacant lots liquor store & churches … we all know what our worth is
Ghetto Babies
Drug dealing, weed smoke, prostitution
The hood is heavily polluted
We Ghetto Babies
I was told get a wicked ass jump shot
Or go & serve that crack rock
We some Ghetto Babies
This all the ghetto boys & ghetto girls
We run the motherfucking world!
The block is hot we need a summer breeze
Water from the fire hydrant on the streets trying to make a ghetto beach
Everybody shallow it’s deep
Streets go to war with streets the environment unique
But when you raising Kanan
You wouldn’t last boy-scouts Damon Wayans
Grandma’s reading Ephesians to scare the demons
As kids we ain’t play He-Man we played the weed man
They call ambition a pipe dream
Ain’t too many ni%a alive that birth year start with 19
I’m a ghetto baby myself, it’s the hand I was dealt
My shoes used to curl up in the front like an elf
The boy momma love came with a needle and a belt
I forgave her to get rid of the guilt
We needed help, my dad was there, Bills we had to share
That was the cross we had to bare
I was dancing on work like Fred Astaire
Bearin’ arms like a cub, rocs the size of air buds
Reminiscing til I tear up
In the ghetto, they don’t hear us
Vacant lots liquor store and churches … we all know what our worth is
Ghetto Babies
Drug dealing, weed smoke, prostitution
The hood is heavily polluted
We Ghetto Babies
I was told get a wicked ass jump shot
Or go & serve that crack rock
We some Ghetto Babies
This all the ghetto boys & ghetto girls
We run the motherfucking world!
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13. |
Stay Gone (prod. Apollo Brown)
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14. |
'94 Master P (feat. Rashid Hadee)
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15. |
Girl Dad
02:51
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16. |
Outro
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