Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Charmed Life, artist - DJ Jazzy Jeff.
Date of issue: 28.03.2011
Song language: English
A Charmed Life |
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan |
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn — where you coming from? |
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan |
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn — where you coming from? |
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan |
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn — where you coming from? |
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan |
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn — where you coming from? |
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan |
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn — where you coming from? |
Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan |
Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn — where you coming from? |
(fading in) |
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at |
This is autobiographical taking you back |
I live a charmed life |
We going back in the years |
Imagining if my whole world what |
Where you coming from |
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at |
This is autobiographical taking you back |
I live a charmed life |
We going back in the years |
Imagine if my whole world |
I been around the sun twenty-five times |
And I still find new ways to recognize shine |
Its like light gets better with age |
The way a song sounds better on stage |
And rhyme books get better with each page |
What before the first bar was written |
A first verse was spittin |
Before label execs was bullshittin |
Way back when Aunty Leann Aunt Mimi and Aunt Jackie was babysitting |
Before food was bitten, consumed through a nipple |
I’m talking about when times were simple |
To make a long story short it goes |
Port-au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps |
From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late |
Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was on straight |
All systems go cut the umbilical cord |
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf |
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep |
Pops was absentee but minds you don’t sleep |
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read |
By the time I went to school I was in high speed |
Ready willing and able jackie taught me how to add with |
Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table |
And coming home to a mothers love and good care |
Never wanted it was always enough |
But when it came to education its like she had one rule |
Theres no such thing as too much school |
Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then |
Every summer I was out in south ben |
Grandpops a bartender at a country club |
Me and my cousins from grand rapid was living it up |
Me and granny watching ??? |
football golden blue |
She said you can’t beat the team and them b’s too |
Some say I got my sense of humour from her |
And I learned patience from making models in the basement |
Brookyn, new york to wherever you at |
This is autobiographical taking you back |
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain |
How hip hop captivated my brain |
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven |
Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock |
That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ |
To find bliss with real s and kiss |
Video music rocks showed my what time it is |
Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked |
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark |
Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too |
I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do |
Got my way from school started battling fools |
G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table |
He started spark at a dark with damian and I date |
I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ |
Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them |
Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen |
Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait |
I wasn’t incarcerated but college educated |
As soon the albany I was a full time student part time emcee |
At the time raw shack was the place to be |
Living on judge clark |
Started building with gods |
16 man squad |
By the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep |
I went from mekka to albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher |
I had this rhyme reacher |
We recognised what whats happening |
I’m making records and I’m winning |
But that’s another story and it’s only the beginning |
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at |
This is autobiographical taking you back |
Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie |
A few pieces of the who what when wheres and whys |