dedicate dedicate, hu this one right here, goes out to my homie with a dream, naw mean
He said, "I write what I see write to make it right don't like where i be i'd like to make it like the sites on TV quite the great life so nice and easy". see, now you can still die from that but it's better than not being alive from straps, agreed. A Mead notebook and a Bic that clicked when it's pushed in a wack ass beat. thats a track that's week that he got last week cause everybody in the Stu was like thats that heat. A bass heavy melody with a sample from the 70's with a screwed up hook that went "Stack that cheese". something, something, something "stack that cheese" mother, sister, cousin "Stack that cheese" he couldn't think of nothing "Stack that cheese" he turns down the beat writers block impiedes. crying from the next room a baby in need of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep that plus a black cadillac on D's is what keeps them on track to be a great M.C. yea yea (echoes)
one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, but why i feel like murder but hip hop can save me. one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, but why i feel like murder but hip hop could save my life.
reps north side so he rocks them braids eleven hundred friends on his myspace page "Stack that cheese" got 700 plays producer made him take it down said he had to pay. open mic champ two weeks and a row ex D boy with a B boy flow glow like LeRoy you should see boy go got a daddy surving life and a brother on the road. best homie in the grave tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid got his mother working like a slave. down baby mamma who he really had to honor
cause she was his biggest fan even let him use the Honda to, drive up to Dallas with and open up for amauters let him keep a debit card so he could put gas in it told her when he get on he gon' take her to the gallery and buy everything but the manicans. ya digg (echoes)
one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, but why i feel like murder but hip hop can save me. one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, but why i feel like murder but hip hop could save my life.
his man called said "your time might be now, they played your freestyle over 'Wipe me Down' they played it two times said it might be crowned as the best thing out of H town in a while". he picked up his son with a great big smile rapped every single word to the new born child then he put him down and went back to the kitchen and then put on another beat and got back to the mission to get his momma out the hood put her somewhere in the woods keep his lady looking good have her rolling like she should. show his homies there's a way other than that flippin yay bail his homie out of jail put a lawyer on his case. throw a concert for the schools show to show cause that is cool. throw some candy on the cadi chunk the duce and act a fool. man it feels good when it happens like that two days from going back to selling crack yesssirr (echoes)
one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, but why i feel like murder but hip hop can save me. one you've never heard of, I push it hard to further, but why i feel like murder but hip hop could save my life.
Compositores: Wasalu Muhammad Jaco (Lupe Fiasco), Nikki Jean, Rudolph Loyola Lopez (So) ECAD: Obra #3475855 Fonograma #1337559