In my heart, in my I'm win anytime Tell me to wait, me a sign And I'm gon' I'm gon' (9X)
Look man, do not get my block pissed, blast your brain! Two hundred-thousand whips and chains cops, crips, crack cocaine, Tupac, Chris, I'm still feeling the year-old girl shot and slain What all mean We're goin' In this struggle, stress, and panic Where I'm from we do not eat organic (talk it) See my cannot afford Whole Foods She break with a prayer, call it soul food Where I from Let it Where I from No one runs funds run low In lump sums we the dum dum dum bullets, dun dun We living humdrum in the Where scum conceal stun The mum for fun, son ain't pretty In this cesspool New York Shitty I call it 'cause it smells like shit Walk around or you might get hit I knew a nigger who sold crack to his The same motherfucker crack to his kids Lookin' like 300 comin' from his bid, like "Pharoahe, let's get money for real"
He said "Pharoahe, let's get money up!" the fuck? What you need me to at Steve Rifkin? Let him escape from New like Snake Plissken? I told you from the gate that you more marketing And these major is not listening Stood in a B-boy stance, glistening From the in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistling I contemplated my retort, eyes in On a crucifix his neck I he was Christian then the police siren it pitched into the sound Track to the hood so I spoke with Spoke as if I was 6'10", skin, Put a bass in my voice like pitch bend 'Cause I come from Where I come from, we all from Sky, moon, stars, and a sun Multiple skin tones, the is one The pen is the to my automatic I bring to fruition I write to get me out of the slums And I'ma shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, like the sun, the world is mine Each is speech designed to transcend time and reach The and transform your mind And shine
New If you're in the house If you're it out without a doubt You know what I'm talking scream and shout Everybody say (sh-sh-shine shine) Now Detroit with the beats Gettin' wild on the See the mark of the Say f*** the up, X?] (Sh-sh-shine shine) Chi-town, the funky sound by the pound, just get on down What the do you WOAH! Say (sh-sh-shine shine) West coast with the most Holding toast Brag and Everybody say shine shine dirty (repeats)