| Yo I grew up in Mid-City near World on Wheels
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| After Reaganomics crack came and more blood spill
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| I gotta tell shorties now I don’t pop pills
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| The only ecstacy I fuck with rolls with Jalil
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| No grip, straight line rhymes
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| Like the grand concourse on 149
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| In LA the riders ridge was Fairfax and Olympic ???
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| On the block the Ethiopians kick it (salaam)
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| You’ll learn Angel City’ll test you
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| I move through giving respect where respect’s due
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| Ducking these cops who say they serve to protect you
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| And handlin my biz so I ain’t tryin to impress you
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| It’s mind over matter, crew over money
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| I do strategy, I don’t act sporadically
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| I contemplate, cat I move mathematically
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| It’s Alchemist with Dilated, that’s family
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| Still a couple lessons I can teach
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| How the real fiends cop two each
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| The game is keeping dope in the streets
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| So look the world on wheels
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| Still a couple lessons I can teach
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| How the real heads rock real beats
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| Bangin out the illest rides on the streets
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| Look at the world on wheels
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| Peace King, peace haki, peace queen
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| I only leave em in pieces if they step in the ring
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| They’re fumbling and wondering what weapon to bring
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| I’m like Ice-T, I know my lethal weapon’ll swing
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| Stop the presses, block the doors
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| Cops oppress us, watch the wolves
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| But all the friendly fire is worse than oppression
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| Pressure more stressin is poured in dead presidents
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| (Rakaa) Fights for your rights is my pleasure
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| But suckers swing rulers like swords that try to measure
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| While Slick Rick the ruler’s at war with INS yo
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| I hope the young fly their best yo
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| Hip-hop desert again, it’s like Busy Bee’s buzzin again
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| My patience is thin though
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| I ventilate em like I cracked the window and air it out like a Hail Mary to
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| The end zone
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| When I’m all out, I cause panic (peace summits)
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| When I move stealth (it's mysteries and who-done-its)
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| I made mental notes of who’s fam and who frontin
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| Mental notes of who ran shit and who runnin
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| It’s mind over matter, crew over money
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| I do strategy, I don’t act sporadically
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| I contemplate, cat I move mathematically
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| Create to devastate crew, that’s family |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World On Wheels , by - Dilated Peoples. Song from the album Neighborhood Watch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп