Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ...down 155th in the MCM Snorkel, artist - Shabazz Palaces.
Date of issue: 28.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
...down 155th in the MCM Snorkel |
We was |
Escaping the bleak, pursuing a feeling |
Pressure pushed them towards the instinct of brilliance |
Capture then scraping the breaks off to build songs |
They was in the park up between the buildings |
And they dancing face like «ah-hah» and «mm-hmm» |
Voice would echo, calling--slap off the buildings |
Anticipating ceremony to begin |
Food provided by the neighborhood dealers |
They phrase nothing-words like «biting» and «chilling» |
«Biting» meant that you was stealing and illing |
And so thusly you were def’ly not «chilling» |
They wouldn’t fuck with you just fuck with the real ones |
We had sayings called like «52s» and «fair ones» |
Ya’ll just got it on. |
You think y’have to kill, huh? |
Now it’s calibers, for bullshit you 'ere, huh? |
And your music make us real niggas tear up |
Now my girlfriend’s name in B-More was Triva |
And her door knockers was bamboos, believe that |
And our two-toned Lees of course they was creased up |
Seen a god—Dapper Dan, down, and trucked up |
The type of MC you be back then is «sucka» |
Dons call ‘em honey dips |
Gold and grey money clips |
Selling out was not the lick |
Covet not another’s clique |
Wasn’t cool just cause you rich |
Sit here, bang shots, |
Black and Puerto Rican stars |
Twin rock the baddest furs, Le Tigre polos, fitted shirts |
Maximas was kitted up |