Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JFK 2 LAX, artist - Gang Starr. Album song Moment Of Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
JFK 2 LAX |
Yo Premier? |
Yeah whassup G? |
That trip to L.A., may be delayed |
Why whassup I’m on my way to the airport now |
Yeah well your boy Guru got knocked |
WHAT?! |
I don’t know what this is about, sounds crazy man |
Somethin about a gun |
The court calls Keith Elam to the stand. |
Please approach the bench. |
Yo they got me handcuffed, I’m down in central booking |
Things are fucked up, the way my future’s looking |
But I’m too fly, I’ma change this scenario |
Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll |
Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat |
I’m like the black Dutch Schultz when you get me upset |
Five-oh makes me wanna flip, Larry Davis style |
Got a nigga depressed, while he’s awaitin trial |
It’s OK though, cause from grey skies comes blue |
Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru |
And this I certify we all should be alerted by the traps within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by the D.A. |
says they got me on a felony |
I’m tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me? |
The streets are war, that’s what brothers carry weapons for |
And I take the weight as I did before |
The next thing you know, they got me on the radio |
A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on video |
Of course I know, that I’m a role model |
But yo this rap life is real life sometimes it’s full throttle |
Right now I gotta think about me fuck the industry |
You gets no love, except those who support me What’s the story, what happened when I went to L.A. |
Mixin shit up, no not there I got family |
Nothin happened, mind your business yo step |
You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX |
Chorus: Guru |
They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key |
Don’t wanna see us come up, don’t wanna see us makin G’s |
Long as we know this is the key to our destruction |
Let’s make moves no discussion |
Peace to my man Hass, and Orange Man payin the cost |
All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin tossed |
into the system, supposed to rehabilitate |
It’s why you gotta regulate your own mindstate |
Read, study lessons and build your inner power |
The next level, doesn’t tolerate cowards |
For example, I know this rich Nigerian |
Powerful American that’s proud to be an African |
He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped |
I told him I’d explain it broke it down in a rap |
Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair |
Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere |
And you can swagger like you rule this; |
Josey Wales |
unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails |
Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers |
To elevate the mental is to be poor no more |
There’s war in the streets, prepared men know best |
Our rhyme as live as it gets, JFK 2 LAX |
They’re always makin trouble yo, against the righteous |
Killin us in cold blood, those beats those vipers |
And as I sit feelin the pain in my wrist |
I vow to myself that I’ma change this shit |
Or at least I gotta try, or part of me will die |
And only by action will any ideas solidify |
So I inhale, exhale as I ponder |
This grown man will make mistakes no longer |
I’ve been there, I’ve seen how they make us fall victim |
to their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to dope tracks I caress |
You’re gonna hear about it, from JFK 2 LAX |