lirik lagu boldy james & sterling toles – got flicked (the rebirth)
[verse 1: louie p. newton]
i had high expectations
got used to them high~yield bonds and grew impatient
got tired of five~year terms and maturation
nothing to gain waiting ’til it’s private planes without propellers when i vacation
fresh off of doin’ that bid and these n~ggas hate me
’cause i ain’t got conditions of parole or probation
when they ask me “how’d i do it?” i say, “insider trading, martha stewart”
then i laugh in these n~ggas’ faces
just know i’m throwin’ cash at any further cases
and that’s me ridin’ past in that sp~ceship
i’m actually one that would rather remain faceless
but can’t, because nothin’ in my character’s baseless, face this
some may never have to take that trip
surrender your body to the game, then the matrix
but gangster is makeshift, you organize the block
we make the shifts, we make sh~t out of ourselves
and still turn my back on my mama, my father, my sister, my brother
a few women claimin’ that they love me
my baby mama and my son didn’t show up
when i realized i ain’t tell ’em i was leaving when the bailiff threw me in the cuffs, f~ck
then he whispered in my ear, “this, too, shall pass”
now i’m shackled by my frame to the floor of a bus with some strangers
cliqued up with some demons, got into it with some lifers
learned to communicate with angels
ready to poke a n~gga eye out
avoided a bunch of liars, stayed sharpening my banger
feelin’ like i could’ve been born in a manger
fell in love with my anger
back of my mind, i’m thinkin’, “d~mn, i should’ve worked at chrysler, then went and bought the coke with the buyout”
now my whole life in a duffel bag, ridin’ out
prob’ly could’ve been president
if i ain’t grow up a detroit resident
infatuated with guns, gettin’ funds off dice shootin’
gamblin’, hoopin’ and illegal medicines
feelin’ one with the most high and it’s evident
[?]
so i’m back on the block, ’cause she my one and only friend
and commandin’ my four elements:
money, power, respect and the concrete
[verse 2: boldy james]
rocky rhodes
what up [?]
cuzzo
yeah, it’s concreatures
drug zone
under the pale moonlight
you n~ggas never danced with the devil
state troopers behind you while you slam on your pedal
[?] that reggo, hand on your metal, magnum special, sandwich bag full of pebbles
and it’s max if they catch you
it’s real life sh~t, this ain’t hansel & gretel
in my kitchen, pyrex right next to the kettle
open the cabinet, farina right next to the pet milk
with my strap on the sink full of dishes and residue
phone tapped, i think, and my minutes is h~lla low
who in the h~ll’d think that that kid’d be sellin’ dope?
from petty thief, misdemeanors to federal
seventeen in the clink for some weed in my leather coat
never seen in his [?] so the ds will never know
where we keepin’ the ps and them keys of perico
desert eag’ in my jeans, lemon squeeze, i’ll let it blow
if you ready to leave, here the keys to heaven go
i’m knowin’ that the time has been something that’s precious, because i won’t get it back. so, i can use the pressure to guide the transformation that is happening, you know~ ’cause that’s what the pressure is there for, to transform you~ and in my recognition in how precious the time is it’s gon’ take. because i’m in this gestational period, i can build myself
[verse 3: boldy james]
i’m countin’ guap like a packed casino
in the coffee shop whippin’ cream up to cappuccino
hubba rocks got the fiends runnin’ back with singles
chasin’ a high they ain’t seen since sellin’ crack was legal
face it, no probation, out on bail
fresh outta jail, no laces in my number twelves
so anxious to blaze up this blill i been savin’ since county jail
put on my street clothes, took off my county blues
put on my free throws, kicked off my shower shoes
then threw my piece on, cut off my wristband
then threw my freeze on, screw my earring in and threw my ring on
put on my c~frames, turn on my minute phone
cut on my nextel, threw my d fitted on
they call me king james jones, it’s writ in stone
all my concreatures gettin’ it on
[chorus: boldy james]
on the hill
tippin’ over scales to provide for the fam
posted on the concrete, makin’ all the sales
cakin’ off the regs, breakin’ off the pills
this for every convict wakin’ up in jail
makin’ up his bed, openin’ his mail
readin’ dear john letters, family members dead
a witness disappeared, another court date appearance
while awaiting trial hearings
[verse 4: boldy james]
don’t talk me to death
my aunties lynette and marsha accept the charges
a neff had to call ’em collect
they’re my concreature reps and they love me to death
even though they say my head hard as a brick
and the preacher hopin’ that this fed charge don’t stick to my black ass
p~p~pedal down the foothill, wheelies on the front on the dyno
with the black man’s black man’s rhinos and my black man
black flag, red rag representin’ brick slabs, six flags
seven, six, or pick ave, big bag, get cash sellin’ n~ggas brick slabs
big [?], 710s and nick bags
mcnabb eagle with the clip stashed, whiplash quick~fast
miss me with the riff~raff, snitch~ass, kiss~ass d~ck~suckin’ b~tch
mad, his bad
concreatures, west side
[chorus]
on the hill
tippin’ over scales to provide for the fam
posted on the concrete, makin’ all the sales
cakin’ off the regs, breakin’ off the pills
this for every convict wakin’ up in jail
this is a~ (jail)
this is a 24 karat gold faucet. heh heh heh
money, money, money!
[outro]
i had to be purposeful in life, i had to give definition to what my shape would be, you know, when i’m transforming myself
chh… when i came up, it was~ it was like, what they call it? sensory overload. it was surreal, you know, like… colors were just brighter, like i had never seen before. like i had never seen the color of leaves on a tree or something. like i had never seen sunlight reflecting off the paint of a car. you know, and just knowing that you are alive and this is actually happening, and where you just woke up, you know~ is really and truly behind you
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