Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Garden, artist - DJ Jazzy Jeff.
Date of issue: 15.02.2022
Song language: English
The Garden |
You ain’t lookin in the mouth of maddness |
Kid your facin it |
Put your game face on and start embracin it |
I’m from the streets that first started all |
That hatin shit |
And n***az used to spell ghetto with the «h» in it |
You see the innocent children, from 10 in the building |
Get that menacin feelin, but when it’s revealed |
A 16's just an enterprise you pretend to ride |
It seems it’s been applied, it’s a snoop genocide |
N****z ain’t showin that they skills is there |
N****z ain’t tryna build careers |
When them guns start to bust and you ain’t real prepared |
Now your rhymes just a souvenir, from a killed career |
Understand I do a lot of renovating myself |
Kane ain’t never been known for limits breaking my «self» |
Club, shootin thug shit, innovatin myself |
But you’ll never catch the God incriminating my «self» |
Unto God and to Hip Hop yo we stay true |
And always remember just what a snake do |
Watch those around you cuz they’ll be fake too |
And never let the game make you |
Most of all |
Unto God and to Hip Hop stay in circle |
There’s a lot to see beneath where the dirt is |
Dig a little deeper and scratch the surface |
Maybe then you’ll understand your purpose |
Now reflecting on the game kid |
I have to say |
Much love to the one Jam Master Jay |
A loss that hit the world of hip hop like John Lennon |
Chapter out of life that prevailed the wrong inning |
Still from the Notorious, hearts are shooken |
Streets started lookin like we missed a part of Brooklynn |
A disappointing flavor that we taste before |
But a spots been secured for the late Shakur |
The pain was severe when we lost the lid |
We try to get by, then turn around and lost Left Eye |
We even see how fatal diseases be |
Snatchin playaz like Eazy-E, easily |
Respect to Freaky Tah, Big L and Big Pun |
The big one, who left the Terror Squad forever scarred |
Your lifestyle and your musical gift, in the hearts of many |
You will truly be missed |
I never claimed to be the kid slangin rocks for Ex |
Never claimed to be the kid that be poppin the teks |
But if you look its like my name got stock in the jets |
That ain’t my style though, I simply not wish to flex |
But if you want we can sit and talk dollars and checks |
And good investments, and what follows it next |
You sittin there lookin product and vexed |
Tryna screwface, dudes Im tryna face |
Go the opposite sex |
Take a glass of the Remy, start with the Ex |
I never had patron but shit I’ll take a shot of it next |