| Love my city to death and that’s my word
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| We used to get dressed fresh and politic right on the curb
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| Not worried bout tomorrow, just thinking bout the moment
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| Used to catch tags on the building now I think I want to own it
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| It was simple back then, we should’ve treasured it
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| Now every thought I have’s precise, I got to measure it
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| So I place ideas on the Tanita then I read it and it says that I should still
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| carry my heater, damn
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| I was really hoping for a different answer
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| Fighting for peace like wheatgrass can fight cancer
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| Knowledge is worthless if you don’t apply it
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| Buy it then fly it, fuck a break, I’ll never be retired
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| Inspired by silver linings that clouds cover
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| Queens locals drop vocals, crowds smother
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| That’s my new life, I worked for it though
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| Still got a way to go
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| Known for rocking crazy low, and blow getting fellatio
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| Liquefying currency, making my paper flow
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| Shit, we like money out the faucet
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| Open like the doors on my whip when pigs toss it
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| I don’t sweat that, look ahead, everything’s golden
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| I’m here living, could’ve suffocated in the Trojan
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| Now I’m at the district with my niggas getting frozen
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| Eating cause I’m fly fam, rocking this yarn pays
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| People act wild but they farm raised, we different
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| Played these streets for a long time, I’ve seen a lot
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| Another day, another dollar, so we scheming plots
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| You can show someone the world, they only see the block
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| Thoughts become reality, thankful I dream a lot
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| Put words together, that can build bridges
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| We tryna grow old and plant seeds and fly wizards
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| It’s all about your energy, believe in yourself
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| One love to real niggas worldwide, I wish em wealth
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| I made grants on the hill in my Grant Hills
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| The fiends keep moving while I stand still
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| This was before I got tatted, or formed a habit
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| Nowadays I’m like the addict who acts erratic
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| With the base in the attic, I’m eating rabbit
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| On some Bob Digi shit, RZA to abbot
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| Got to love it, got to have it, I’m Illmatic
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| My niggas on the run eating, we ain’t sleeping
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| Running through Queens like the F train with my left brain
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| Artistic, sadistic
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| Saying happy Kwanza on Christmas to misfits
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| Leather boots, leather jacket, my bottom is soft
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| I hit the weed hard like Ruslan Provodnikov
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| And I been doing this awhile but I’ll probably cough
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| The only hashtag’s the price of the hash fag
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| I sell your mother a bad bag
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| And then I skate out to Baghdad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aztec Blue , by - Meyhem Lauren. Song from the album Silk Pyramids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп