What's the meanin of ghetto fabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin
our music out of love
Some underground heads is hatin
cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government
list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think they
already tapped your line
Medicine is big business so
my remedies is herbal
It's music is for the people so
we Reflection Eternal
Listen, you hear the difference between
science and science fiction
We blow it out like if you leave on
every appliance in the kitchen
at once, still rolling kind bud
in Cuban blunts
On the corner watchin how kids comin
to Brooklyn for they fronts
Niggas run past what they need
chasing after what they want
Fuckin chumps,
you walk down the street and get jumped
Brooklyn cats like to bubble out
of town no lookin back
When you a ghetto chef you mastered
the art of cookin crack
Some get caught sleepin on the Mother
City so when they go
They come back as tales of niggas
we used to know
Never looked up to see the stars
in all they heavenly glory
Just straight ahead cause the peripheral
is buildings with mad stories
Not floors but dramas is played out,
shorties get laid out
like respect and fade out like TV sets
into the banks of our memories (let it
be) we'll never forget you
Lyin on your deathbed askin for God
to bless you
Good mourning, good afternoon,
good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be
embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right,
man
I'm puttin up a hellafied fight
I need you all to be clear on
exactly what I'm sayin
With your attention span I understand
that I ain't playin
You mistaken if you somehow
think it's just me you facin
Starin me down while your enemy
is standin adjacent
My heart is racin but I know
just what I stand for
We chasin death carelessly like
+Jessica+, I +Care Moore+
Who said, "Just because no one can understand
how you speak
don't necessarily mean that what
you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you
ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that
the silence is deafenin
You'll never know who the assassin
is until it's your time to go
Your life is flashin,
askin for forgiveness but you move too slow
Now the people that you love bear
the pain that you once harbored
You was livin for yourself so you
could never be a martyr
Life is hard,
death is harder; you somebody baby father
Someone's lover, son of your mother,
somebody brother
Somebody nigga,
now your spirit in the air like a whisper
Hearin your name mentioned when
we pourin out some liquor
The days go by quicker and the nights
don't seem to differ
It's gettin cold,
so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered
Good mourning, good af ternoon,
good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be
embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't livin right,
man
I'm puttin up a hel
lafied fight
yo, Mad Duke,
rock rock on and
Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and
Grover Washington, rock rock on and
My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and
Big L, rock rock on and
Freaky Tah rock rock on and
Jerome Green, rock rock on and
Slang Ton, rock rock on and
We celebrate life