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Lemon Pepper Poems
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Yeah
This be them Lemon Pepper Poems
I grew up off of Style Wars and Beat Street
Supreme elite freezin' splittin' my mean streaks
Wrong shoes on the right street get yo ass creased
If you was one deep hope you had fast feet
Animalistic jungle of concrete
And if we didn't have instrumentals we boxed beats
Before Youtube views and mp3s it was Ashland Avenue and an MPC
I would hop the fence and smoke a B with Vitamin D
He had the almighty flow and stayed across from P
Every party that P went to P would bring a Desert E
Every party that P went to P would bring a pound of weed
I was sixteen living in a gangsta world
Rollin swisher after swisher till I mastered my pearl
Mastered my scripts raised by the gods of the piff
Your favorite rapper found dead then I'm pleading the fifth
Ay yo back against the wall and I'll still take em off the earth
Learned that GQ green Line to 63rd
I was staying in the garden with my neighbors from the third floor callin' bout the volume
Fuck if it's a problem
If you don't like the sound of my bass you can vacate
I might rattle some 808s for 80 days straight
I was young right then straight wild but strategical
Dropped so many gems only jewelers could know the pinnacle
You wanna know the ledge but can't comprehend a miracle
1UP almighty supreme imperial
I might Rei at 71st and Jeffery at the barbershop
We started making classics and we couldn't stop
We laced our tracks at Jus crib in Humboldt Park
Turning long nights in the ghetto to a work of art
Just being me the humble but the ominous
Climbing to the top but remembering where the bottom is
Kickin' doors with islamic moors on the infamous east side prominent
A slave can't exist where the knowledge is
Fuck a foreclosed home we made our own
And fuck a birth certificate my birth right is to hold my own
Holy and home grown Lemon Pepper Poems
Chicago versus the world yeah let it be known
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Move Around
01:50
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Ay yo
Custom Made Yo
Sense Yo
You move around like the government brother I'm on some other shit
Decals on the mothership one button to hover it
Pan african mastering space time over vinyl versions of cult classical bass lines
I've been the best ever since I was blessed with heavens intelligence
My style black Madonna and child that's black excellence
I always knew I'd scale the pyramids it was imminent
The highest of the highest scientist all in the thick of it
Masked up and vigilant burning Benjamins with no remnants
With one bar better than ever dot of your penmanship
I give a fuck about your founding fathers and there counterfeits
I spit for fathers who had to come up on a lick just for a pot to piss
You think it's bout the money ya'll don't know what profit is
The second coming is summoned when I be talkin' ish
I get it poppin' tupac'n until apocalypse
Trust us it's just us ya'll don't know what justice is
Put down your gun put down your badge so I can box a pig
Run up on me the wrong way and I'm uh drop a pig
You look at me and mines like societal menaces
A wild child so they try to trial and sentence us
Yo
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There's a time to be cool and a time to be hot
And see you got messed up into thinking there's only one time for everything
There's a time for love and a time for hate
Even solomon said that
Seventy two virgins when Allah takes my soul
Four sapphire lay humbly in the white gold
In the mean time Nubian queen be my life line
Gold crown bronze skin gleam in the night time
Killa tape from the era of the tight rhyme
Why your best rhyme sounds like the next jawn
I'd rather listen to Prodigy or some Sean Price lines
Cuz new niggas eat ass as a past time
Shit stains on your tongue you can't be a friend of mine
Don't reach out to me or ever try to shake a hand of mine
Sense be the king of the jungle you a dandelion
I really wrote my raps and ya'll pantomime
I want to party have fun on occasion
But I can't take my niggas no where they're not patient
Grimy folks run on yo block for celebration
And yellow tape it up like some holiday decorations
You ain't lost a real one you don't know how it feel
This the rapture flow last laugh and last kill
And even ya'll rats is dead I'm a rap still
Until every show is nothing short of a half mil
Ugh
Perfected the skill smack the god two times cuz the blessings is real
Finessing to kill
the essence is filled with diamond swisher
These rappers is trash and I ain't rhyming with em
Shout out to people who think I need em
I won't leave you breathin'
Fuck beef loose yo life from the seasoning
The adventures of Vic Spencer
Big Vic is about to come my way get rich quicker
Sicker than an AIDS infected snicker
Jack the ripper when it comes to my visits
Most rappers is bums and business
I take yo spine and twist it
I got my own flavored liquorish it's delicious
I'm posted like Dutchy at the tip
Rodgers Park I had my spot two tone glocks on Fargo with the poley roasted
I put the garlic on bread I put the green on vibrant papers
I put the lime green on the haters
Bitch
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Diamond Cut
02:21
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I move through these streets like blood moves through the veins
They love the way it bang like Custom laced em with cain
The game ain't never the same give em something to blame
All you vamp niggas biting but I ain't feeling ya fangs
Ignite em with flames that's the only reason I came
No matter if it's off of the page or off of the brain
I'm running laps on tracks to increase my stats
Till my whole living room wall is platinum plaques
Cuz I inhale ether and I spit out crack
the oozie way a ton you gon' have to pick up the slack
I'm moving forward now you gon' have to pardon my back
And I ain't never played the lotto but I'm out for the scratch
I'm self made self owned and self motivated
I ain't ask to be here I was inaugurated
I got the juice now it's heavily concentrated
And if hip-hop's dead I'm the mothafucka who slayed it
Like that ya'll
I want the money the power the wealth the checks
If I ain't leave with shit else I'm leaving with respect
I want the money the power the wealth the checks
If I ain't leave with shit else I'm leaving with respect
Like Rakim and Lauryn Hill had a son I'm the one
Rumpa pum pum spit that thunder clap kingdom come
If they sitting on the throne I'm a make em run
Stomp em out peel em off the heel like it's bubble gum
Fuck where you at even more fuck where you from
graduated 51st and King I'm an alumn
Learned how to play chess in the basements of the slums
Wanna bite my flow you better off if you bite your tongue
I'm the purest form of this diamond cut culture
I'm a lion you a vulture I will off ya
I'm a execute you like a trife poacher
The flow nice you wanna know the price like Bob Barker
I sold a nickle bag to Sharkula after darkly in the parkula we was lookin' out for narculas
If you don't understand that then I don't wanna talk to ya
Cuz you was eating ass way before that shit was popular
I want the money the power the wealth the checks
If I ain't leave with shit else I'm leaving with respect
I want the money the power the wealth the checks
If I ain't leave with shit else I'm leaving with respect
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Cry No More
02:43
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TTo my moms I ain't gonna make you cry no more
You raised a strong young man like Afeni Shakur
Remember when the house flooded like seven times
You never lost your cool even when I lost my mind
When it was double the pain you would triple the grind
I'm a pay it forward to you in a matter of time
I'm a have the mortgage payed in full like a miracle
You granted my life and I ain't just talking about umbilical
You done so much for me mom just rest I'll take care of you
If your knees ever give out then I'm a carry you
At times I did't think I'd live this long but got is merciful
I can't go out the way my uncles did god bless they soul
Some never thought this music shit work I'm a let em know
I thank you for the sacrifices you made just to let me grow
I thank you for the sacrifice you made just to let me grow
Mamma showed me how to win with the cards I was dealt
She never gave up on me even when I gave up on self
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be a man from a boy
If you cryin' mom you should cry tears of joy
My mamma showed me how to win with the cards I was dealt
She never gave up on me even when I gave up on self
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be a man from a boy
If you cryin' mom you should cry tears of joy
Remember when I walked home from Homan Square with no shoe laces
Choked out in the street by the hands of racists
You gave me a lawyer and I dodged them cases
On my darkest of days you was still embracive
Now I got distribution and licensing deals
With this pen in my hand it's like a license to kill
Im a buy house on the hill
Where you can post with your grandchildren and chill
Cuz growing up I ain't have to rob and kill
I ain't ever missed a meal even when the shit got real
You was always breaking bread
Roof over my head keeping me fed
Even when I didn't know the ledge
From the first to the last steps you knew I'd take the high road
Not easily sold even harder to fold
Your legend forever embedded in this lesson that's told
It took a momma like you to make a heart out of gold
Mamma showed me how to win with the cards I was dealt
She never gave up on me even when I gave up on self
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be a man from a boy
If you cryin' mom you should cry tears of joy
My mamma showed me how to win with the cards I was dealt
She never gave up on me even when I gave up on self
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be a man from a boy
If you cryin' mom you should cry tears of joy
I Love you
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In fact it costs more money to put someone in Rikers Island for a year
Than it does to send them to Harvard for four years
And so what's happened is that we've built an entire economy on incarceration and police terror
Um which is entirely ineffective and and unproductive
I mean you can build an equally powerful economy on education
It's like there's blood on the flag but nobody could see it
The reason why he sits down during the pledge of allegiance
The knowledge that you thought they had they stole it from Egypt
Pyramids of Sudan on the dollar that they kept a secret
Who the all knowing all seeing most intelligent
The pineal gland enhanced in the melanin
The universe expands growth and development
The maker of your science and your schools and your medicine
Energy gets transfused it never really dies
It's written on the burial ground lightning in the sky
You bout to reap what you sow and pay what you owe
To my ancestors who came here on the bottom of boats
The same ancestors who died so that I can vote
They be my sight so I can see clear through the mirrors and smoke
But ya'll still rigged the system cuz this countries a joke
It's all a corporation but they want us to be broke
Cuz we small business one percent hold the whole interest
In the land of the sick and the home of the prisons
I've been building with my brothers now my armies a large fleet
We came through to bust through the iron and concrete
Rivers flow by energy
Tsunami is energy
Frequency is energy
If we have the electricity now it's based on explosion energy
Now the sound energy is based on a technology diffrent from the explosion energy
And it's called implosion energy
Listen
What you getting' from it
How's it hittin' homie how you benefiting from it
The hood's still fucked up and niggas bags ain't no bigger
I'm talking to more than half of ya'll niggas
Black woman heart broke and ratchet
There daddies wasn't home absent
You think a ballad bandaid the gashes
Most of the stress post traumatic
The cracker attack of rap helped to make bro a savage
Little niggas terrorizing the village
Trying to see who the realest
I'm here to sirloin sizzle the skillets
Is niggas tough enough for family building
All these black fatherless children you worried about a politician
When you ain't pay for it or make your dollar circulate a day for it
Claim you thug but won't spray for it
But you'll clap me so what you gonna do
Just vote or just hope or just pray
Or just lay and watch basketball wives
When niggas lost lives babies caught up in the crossfires
You know last night news ah ha look the mayor got nice shoes nigga jokes on you
We need to improve and pay attention to the game you lay claim to
Another thing you'll catch in a lot of todays music is
I am proud because I carry a gun and I'm not afraid to use it
I will kill another black man I'll shoot him down or whatever
What's interesting about that to me is that you can't find any other group of people in America
That is so ready to celebrate it own genocide
There's no other group to which messages are consistently marketed
That convince them to be happy about the fact that they are murdering each other in the street
I'm not gonna feed information or messages I'm not gonna market messages
To the children of my community
That are gonna lead them to prison or to a casket or to drug addiction
Or to all these horrible thing that could happen when you buy into this lifestyle
I'm going to be real with my people
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Outro
02:01
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