Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Goes Out to You, artist - Black Moon. Album song Total Eclipse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
This Goes Out to You |
Let it be known, you can’t keep a good man down |
Hard time, hardly wear me down |
The strong survive, what comes around, go around |
When the going get rough, we ride, lord, hold me down |
Blood, sweat and pain, take it and strive |
Nothin to do, it’s breakin' my pride |
My eyes on the prize, been through, tribulations and trials |
I realize, I’m still gonna rise |
I need one hundred percent, undivided attention |
Provided you mention, Black Moon is back |
And all the questions, like Smif-N-Wessun |
Changin' their name to Cocoa Brovaz, did it ruin the track? |
Let’s think back, like the song I made |
So we can reminisce the rights and the all wrongs I made |
Don’t get it twisted, I don’t progress shit |
I don’t remember, but I don’t forget, shit |
That’s how the game go, things get harder to spit |
What’s real love, without pain, the part of the shit |
Who knows, few blow, few will get dough |
It’s the reason so many rappers never move with the flow |
But I’ve shown, that I’m prone, to keep going |
Cuz I flown, this goes out to you |
This goes out to you |
This goes out to you, and out to you |
Who didn’t believe I wouldn’t achieve |
My goals, yo, I’m so, out of control |
I just don’t know |
I started out with nothing, got a little talent |
Came up with something, got a little violent |
It was hardly thumpin', everybody fakin' moves |
While I’m makin' moves and that party jumpin' |
What part of me bluffin, huh? |
I don’t see one |
See guns, he run, leave sons with nothing |
Stranded --- handle it, stress on my chest |
Like a tight lamel lid, I just --- |
Breathe in, breathe out, see what he about |
And if there’s no cheese, we leave him out |
Cuz niggas see the route that I’m on |
Big movers for the kid to rule, everything abroad |
See I was taught to write everything I saw |
Been around the world, from the US to Singapore |
You can learn a thing or more, from the veteran |
No calm, wanna learn no more, just get a pen |
Me and Dru hooked up in '93 |
Started out as a management, then a record company |
Even then they wasn’t bumpin' me, but I ain’t give a fuck |
Still represented, every time I had to give them Buck |
On stage in the studio, or on screen |
They stayed out of sight, out of mind, if you off the scene |
Knah’mean, I do too much for me to be enlightened |
That’s the reason, when you see me, you see me at night |
Walkin', by myself, spliff lit by my lip, gun by my belt |
Yellin' out, Duck Down is the label |
Plus a million soldiers with me, nigga |
Now that we able to make moves, and slay crews |
And pay dues, cuz they rule |
This goes out to you, this goes out to you |