Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cut My Teeth, artist - Dilated Peoples. Album song Directors Of Photography, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Cut My Teeth |
The strong prey upon the weak |
This is where I learned to stand on my own feet |
So much I see |
(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I cut my teeth) |
So much I see |
(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I cut my teeth) |
So much I see |
Cut my teeth |
I remember how it all began |
I used to switch graffiti tips on cans with both hands |
No chance, I knew they couldn’t stop this rush |
Our bus bench was a stop, and they ain’t stopping the bus |
I caught the fever, at sixteen I copped a beater |
Now it’s me against the world, sit in my own two-seater |
I drove slow on roads that lead freedom |
What I believe in, known that I’d be leaving |
Let me in jump up the timeline to currents events |
I went around the world twice on award tours, it never ends |
Mike Will did, but others didn’t make it |
Others still hungry, so the others gonna take it |
Shit is basic when you put it in the pot and let it simmer |
Like the sun been setting later in the summer than the winter shit |
Where I’m from I keep the oven sizzling |
I cut my teeth at Venice Beach then hit my peoples with some of the wisdom |
The strong prey upon the weak |
This is where I learned to stand on my own feet |
So much I see |
On these mid city streets is where I cut my teeth |
So much I see |
On these mid city streets is where I cut my teeth |
So much I see |
Cut my teeth |
I learned a nickel cost more than a dime before I learned to rhyme |
Crenshaw and Venice, St. Charles is more specific |
Then Pico and Fairfax, the Ethiopian district |
Everything changes, noticing both of them look different |
I can think back though life goes on so keep living |
Didn’t step to OG’s on the block to seek wisdom |
Or I’d be cripping, but they teach the street systems |
Street soldiers and street politicians, I’d keep listening |
Smoking in the homey’s rental, blazing instrumentals |
Something like a steel elephant trunk came through the window |
Eyes traced the barrel to a friendly face (caught you slipping) |
Broke the blunt, gave us back the lit half and kept dipping |
Had that beach cruiser whipping, then stopped, he turned around |
Came back and told me, «It's a war zone, go home |
Draw something, matter of fact, write something raw for me |
Call you tomorrow,» that was the last time that I saw him |
But I took it as a sign, standing at the crossroads |
I saw a different world was mine, it was with me all the time |
Appreciative, never satisfied, inspired to climb |
Eyes wide, mid city lit that fire inside |
The strong prey upon the weak |
This is where I learned to stand on my own feet |
So much I see |
(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I cut my teeth) |
So much I see |
On these mid city streets is where I cut my teeth |
So much I see |
Cut my teeth |