Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Once Upon A Rhyme, artist - J-Love. Album song Legends Vol 1.2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: J Love Enterprise, Money Maker Entertainment
Song language: English
Once Upon A Rhyme |
Once upon a rhyme, the time late 60s, dark age of history |
Murders and mysteries, the future was misty |
Needles were shot down and crime was risky |
Yo check this party and stick with me |
Race brutality because of my nationality |
And this is what they call reality |
From that state of mind and at that date and time |
I was born inclined and waiting to shine |
Once upon a rhyme |
Once upon a time not long ago |
Once upon a time not long ago |
The beginning, the scenery sets in New York |
With times are hard and streets ain’t easy to walk |
Crimes is underrated, neighborhoods overpopulated |
Competition gets complicated, some can’t take it |
My place of rest in the city that never sleeps |
To compete it gets deep I learn to play for keeps |
And hawk the sidewalk, dominate the court |
I’m nice in all sports, was taught with high thoughts |
Then came an Africans and knew where it was at |
Spreadin' across the map with no time flat |
They said this kid name Herc started spinning records back |
Had to look into that then get it down pat |
First I do research it’s gonna take time |
Me and my crew is hittin' all the parties we could find |
Waitin' for the day where I could go for mine |
But later dates await down the line |
Once upon a rhyme |
Once upon a time not long ago |
Once upon a time not long ago |
Many shall come but only few get the plot off the top |
You gotta be hip to hop and get visual |
With musical forms, lyrical pictures from city slickers |
Beats getting blast by ass kickers |
It was the pioneers with all kinda ideas |
Trade will shift to higher gears over the years |
Some get left in the dust by the thrust |
If rhymes won’t bust with a mic full of rust |
DJs, get your fingers musically amputated |
You can’t touch a jam if the next man slayed it |
Battle at the center, I’m too young too enter |
We cool outside, even in the winter |
We have a good time with the people on line |
And party time seem like the neighborhood shine |
But I get vexed when I can’t get mine |
But later dates await down the line |
Once upon a rhyme |
Once upon a time not long ago |
Once upon a time not long ago |
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet |
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet |
Through the times my rhymes got longer |
Mind got stronger, wonder I’d ever be a performer |
My blood starts to boil I could heat up the party for you |
Girls wanna rub me and my mic down with oil |
Rappers started coming out the woodwork |
A neighborhood expert, we ready for trouble and stay alert |
Days got close til my debut got recruited to a crew |
Now I could do the things I always wanted to |
Code red I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid |
Born with three 7's in my head |
Blessed it, destined to be one of the best and |
Anything I find interesting yeah no question |
A swift kid I get lifted by the mind |
Gifted skills exist to be on my prime |
Combined with all kinds of designs which is mine |
Its showtimes await down the line |
Once upon a rhyme |
Once upon a time not long ago |
Once upon a time not long ago |