The Place

Here come the rhyme prime ministers, son of the time senator
From the beginning we run with the time signature
Replenish, vintage, of minds, refined literature
If your only topic is crime your times up…
Your dark skill, Hit the target, lethargic
I grip the part, giving hard ship regardless
Im arse kicking, your star kissed
Remembering my brother akil * cuts parties for a livin' *
I blast at will, smashing the skills
Rap so I can build, relax and pay my bills
I have to see a meal, not just to ice my grill
Have spinners on the wheels, trying to floss and get killed
And im for more than that, when I rap, money
We’re supposed to get that, take care o' ya self
Your family and you’ll get back
To those who had your back when you was on your back
And those who gave you doubt on your first rap
This is for people, who don’t know, about my crew
We’ll snore through who ever, supports you corporate
You kill hoards report to, yes!
I rep the reeling 'til I stand in my tomb
I hope my glory never walks and unhandle my doom
Yeah, when we rock a show, this is how I get my dough
Every where I go, party people wanna know
Where the party at, where we can feel safe at
Where akil, chali 2na and dj format
Stay at the T-O-P most definitely, and sometimes I style for free
But keep responsibility, I can’t read my grammar free
With my talent, I’m trying to feed my family
That’s what people don’t want
Ain’t no place, we can’t survive, we can’t survive, we can’t survive
Got no place, we can’t survive, we can’t survive, we can’t survive
Just another party
Just another party for us to enhance…*
Its clear, we here, self-made man career
Bin here, for some years
Through blood sweat and tears
But god has bin near, and here my only fear
Why ya’ll stand and cheer, from the front to the rear
These actors lay back, these rappers have made track
Lets pack a stage, with denim fades and clad vests
But still this natural tongue, done got you sprung
My puns get under your skin like a tattoo gun
They don’t know the real deal, is that I party and bullshit
When I’m on my music I use it, to lead and teach the movement
And groove with the theory that we running the same
That’s how we doin it
Cos we’ve bin broke, and bin some middle wage hobos
Poking like weeder fingers on them yellow page locos
Keeping the skills shut, so the industry never ruin it
Got us clone, the fuck up son that’s how they doin it
Yes sir, we making shitty songs, and persar
Cos the more product you have, the stronger you are
By far
Remain the same, prepare for change
Out to get fame and collect my change
Ain’t no place, we can’t survive, we can’t survive, we can’t survive
Got no place, we can’t survive, we can’t survive, we can’t survive