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miocene - intro lyrics
{-speaking softly, gradually getting louder-}
one time yeah yeah
yo, all i need is one mic, one beat, one stage
one n-gg- front, my face on the front page
only if i had one gun, one girl and one crib
one god to show me how to do things his son did
pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip’ll make a n-gg- flip
writin names on my hollow tips, plottin sh-t
mad violence who i’m gon’ body, this hood politics
acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
police watch us {-siren-} roll up and try knockin us
one knee i ducked, could it be my time is up
but my luck, i got up, the cop shot again
bus stop gl-ss bursts, a fiend drops his heineken
richochetin between the spots that i’m hidin in
blackin out as i shoot back, f-ck gettin hit! {-more sirens-}
this is my hood i’ma rap, to the death of it
’til everybody come home, little n-gg-z is grown
hoodrats, don’t abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
sent from the stars sun and the moon
in this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
if you really think you ready to die, with nines out
this is what nas is bout, n-gg- the time is now!
{-whispering again-}
yo, all i need is one mic..
all i need is one mic.. that’s all i need
all i need is one mic.. all i need n-gg-z
all i need is one mic.. yeah
{-gradually getting louder-}
all i need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
one prayer – tell god forgive for one sin
matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, f-ck alla them
jesus died at age 33, there’s thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there’s sixteen apiece, that’s thirty-t
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