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featuring J Da Groova 

J Da Groova 
Andy C on the track 
Crooked Lettaz  
doing whateva 

It's like this... 
coming outta Jacktown.... 

1st Verse 
(J Da Groova) 

(If I wanna free?) my mind 
I feel pain and stress 
accompanied by fear of falling  and war 
Gotta hold my breath 
and stay afloat 
What I wrote 
to complement what I feel 
But now my feelings turn to dust 
as I dictate what's real 
Now, all this shit people care about, 
that's made by man 
When all that shit's all gone 
There's nothing left in your hands 
I tried to crush pieces of coal into diamonds 
My timing 
was off, couldn't cope 
with what this life had brought 
But now I realize 
I have to let that bullshit cease 
If something good happens to me, 
it makes the bad increase 
Even unconsciously 
these frauds be hunting me 
in my dreams 
Teaching a lesson, 
that life ain't always what it seems 
Gotta keep these blessings 
At last, 
time is running out fast 
what the future holds 
always coincides with the past 
You never know the shit I'm feeling 
when I'm staring at the ceiling 
J Da Groova, Crooked Lettaz, 
doing mental cap peelings 

(chorus) 

I remember WHEN 
remember then 
remember WHAT? 
remember WOODS 
in grandma house 
deep in the cut 
eating chicken and swine 
now I write dope rhymes 
good times 
is so hard to find 
It's on my mind 

(repeat) 

2nd Verse 

(Kamikaze) 

We the last line 
of defense 
That's why the South remain calm 
in all this nonsense 
They cloning sheep 
Next week, 
boi, they'll be cloning you 
Now while you steady claiming coasts 
with your silly crew 
I got stew 
and we be nuetral to your black and white 
So, we be ready 
when the folks come at us late at night 
To all you representing rappers 
up in low fatigues 
You keep it real 
but them woods 
keep it out your league 
They got a freeze on your money 
but you ain't gon' want it 
cuz there's a concentration camp 
with your name on it 
and, doggonit, 
they gonna get you with this devil tax 
They got your whole act on file at the (Equalfax???) 
I can't relax 
Mastercard say (they won't take cash?) 
I'm a ??????? 
A mad dash up the charts 
won't even get you straight 
A platinum plate 
and some cake 
and you still paying late 
Your royalties 
is just like spoiled cheese 
on a platter 
by the time you see a cent 
boy, it won't even matter 
There's fatter rhymes 
and fatter beats 
Congressmen in seats 
Your little raps won't even last 
in this world of cheats 

(chorus 2x) 

3rd verse 

(david banner) 

The sun shines 
on the South 
I'm ready to take my clique 
on this deathbed 
and (do this thing?) y'all killing me with 
The (design?) 
pierces my brain 
with this bullet from hell 
(the damn ride?), '99 
killed my cousin Michelle 
One wrong turn, 
her body fell 
25 feet 
Her skull split 
up into bits 
on the cold concrete 
And in the streets, 
little kids getting shot in the face 
ever since being housed, 
y'all in the wrong place 
And I know (this Coca Cola boils to crack?) 
Now a child got AIDS from being fucked from the back 
Y'all ask (if the?) struggle hit me 
If I'm here for the next verse, we all gon' see 
Put on "Triggerman" 
(death don't hurt?) 
Man, I got this gun from a smoker 
and the shit don't work 

(chorus 2x)

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