[00:00.00] Intro：{sample from movie}
[00:00.63]Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio
[00:03.27]Never get to see or hear a record being made
[00:05.40]And only experience the finished product
[00:07.89]Until now, you had no way of learning
[00:09.39]Of the anormous complexity of the recording process
[00:11.85]And this limits appreciation of music
[00:14.25]We can't hope to explain all the complexity
[00:16.11]But we hope to give you some insight
[00:19.02]For the musical forces at work
[00:46.35]And have a good time in the process
[00:49.98]Chorus 2x: lil dap
[00:53.52]Run for you life, if your life you live
[00:56.31]Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
[00:58.77]Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone
[01:01.86]Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
[01:04.05]{agallah}
[01:04.26]Word is on the corner of gas & the plate
[01:06.33]The don who got laced up by mistake
[01:07.92]Time flies yo we chillin at his wake
[01:10.20]Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake
[01:12.72]Nice '88 black is held down with the white face
[01:15.60]The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will
[01:18.09]Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill
[01:21.09]Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage
[01:23.91]One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom
[01:26.85]The rise of your life is on, negative or positive
[01:29.52]You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give
[01:32.10]Even if you got a bm, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him
[01:47.52]Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom
[01:52.32]Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them
[01:56.55]Praying god, everytime we eatin
[02:02.04]Chorus 2x
[02:03.24]{lil dap }
[02:05.10]My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps
[02:08.04]Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars
[02:10.86]More power to devour all these fake mc's
[02:13.65]Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me
[02:16.32]So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know
[02:19.14]Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
[02:22.14]Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights
[02:25.05]Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
[02:27.30]Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see
[02:30.21]Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me
[02:33.00]Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black
[02:35.79]Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back
[02:38.37]Chorus 2x
[02:41.85]{blackadon}
[03:00.51]Yo were i'm from eny, where there at? brooklyn
[03:03.66]Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten
[03:06.45]I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking d**k
[03:10.56]I'm strickly gettin biz
[03:12.03]You know who it is, when you from brooklyn
[03:14.88]Every borough scared of them crook kids
[03:17.55]And don't wonder why, just please come thru
[03:20.10]With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do
[03:22.80]It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing
[03:25.80]Will snatch your chain, invect your brain
[03:28.53]That was my frame of mind, when i think way back
[03:31.35]The only thing to say was, my name was k slack
[03:34.17]To overgate my sins, so i can be born again
[03:36.99]Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan
[03:39.72]You listen to my words, and you will be born
[03:42.51]A life filled, a child worn
[03:48.81]Chorus 2x

Intro：{sample from movie}
Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio
Never get to see or hear a record being made
And only experience the finished product
Until now, you had no way of learning
Of the anormous complexity of the recording process
And this limits appreciation of music
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process
Chorus 2x: lil dap
Run for you life, if your life you live
Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone
Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
{agallah}
Word is on the corner of gas & the plate
The don who got laced up by mistake
Time flies yo we chillin at his wake
Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake
Nice '88 black is held down with the white face
The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will
Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill
Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage
One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom
The rise of your life is on, negative or positive
You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give
Even if you got a bm, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him
Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom
Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them
Praying god, everytime we eatin
Chorus 2x
{lil dap }
My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps
Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars
More power to devour all these fake mc's
Uncle tom brought the playa hating jellin on me
So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know
Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see
Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me
Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black
Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back
Chorus 2x
{blackadon}
Yo were i'm from eny, where there at? brooklyn
Got heads turning, from cali to fort ten
I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking d**k
I'm strickly gettin biz
You know who it is, when you from brooklyn
Every borough scared of them crook kids
And don't wonder why, just please come thru
With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do
It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing
Will snatch your chain, invect your brain
That was my frame of mind, when i think way back
The only thing to say was, my name was k slack
To overgate my sins, so i can be born again
Still livin the brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you will be born
A life filled, a child worn
Chorus 2x