Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make the City Stand Still, artist - Maestro. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make the City Stand Still |
| This joint’s dedicated to all emcees |
| Yo, stay focused with this |
| Stay strong, stay dedicated |
| Maestro |
| Check it out, yo |
| Yeah yeah, yo |
| I’m still smashin' it |
| So compassionate |
| House of Commons want me on the cabinet |
| The graduate who got the phattest shit |
| I splatter shit |
| Niggas better scatter when I’m splashin' it |
| Flashin' it |
| Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit |
| I made the city hot |
| Rhymes makin' niggas drop |
| Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts |
| Then I built the strategy |
| Gradualy, I planned to be |
| The greatest from the city |
| Brothers started stabbin' me |
| Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this |
| Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn’t shine like this |
| It ain’t my fault that my song’s phat |
| It ain’t my fault that my pops loved my mom, black |
| I made the bomb track |
| Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets |
| I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest |
| When my track was released, you noticed me |
| Toronto prodigy of poetry |
| Even white chicks were faintin' over me |
| The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross |
| It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss |
| You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop |
| I left in ninety two, it’s like the fukin' industry stopped |
| But it’s on, don’t panic |
| Emcees stay frantic |
| It’s automatic, we makin' audio dramatic |
| Lyrically I’m a bill, at the top of a hill |
| Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still |
| We’re gonna make it happen |
| We’re gonna make it shine |
| We’re gonna make it happen |
| It’s a race against our time |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| We’re gonna make it happen |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I remember when my pops took me to this lady |
| She said she couldn’t beleive how many shady people wanna slay me |
| She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you |
| But don’t sweat it, your ancestors will protect you |
| Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn’t move |
| Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song |
| Who could it be now |
| A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit |
| (go figure) |
| In life I learned cats’ll try to hurt you |
| That’s why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle |