Lady Sings the Blues

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Killarmy - Rap

Lady Sings the Blues

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Duration: 4:32

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[Chorus: female singer] Please lift us up where we belong All this time we're holding on Lift us up where we belong 'Cause life takes over like a spawn [Verse 1: Dom Pachino] Mastermind, holding through crimes Seen my fams Hill and Pah lowered in the ground Hold my crown, hold my nine Me and medallion shine, waited too long The year is mine, the time is now What, where and how ain't a question Life's a lesson, filled with choices - trust and depression Smoking 'ja and lime green shit, to ease my tension My rap sheet is long as soldier's gun possession Not to mention, spitting in mics; the kid's profession Moving crowds give my dick the, hardest erection Clouds of smoke, burners and shit, that's for protection When no vest can save, when it's time for your grave All the, dirt that I did, all the pain that I gave All the whylin' out I did when my earth said, "Behave" All them niggas I stuck on my hungry-ass days All them drugs that I slung with intent to get paid Was for the better things in life - something I felt I deserved Nobody else gon' feed me, I'd be kicked to the curb Buy my mom a castle and land deep in the suburb She a strong and intelligent woman, that's how she get served But depended on the next man isn't part of my plan Try and sell me a dream, put some cream in my hand Wanna guarantee me numbers on your weekly soundscan Try and smile in my face while you shaking my hand Regarding business and shit, but wanna shit on my man Terror is here, Terrorist the powerful man I let the land sing the blues with a guitar in her hand [Chorus] All this time we're holding on Lift us up where we belong 'Cause life takes over like a spawn (Yo, yo, ayo, ayo) [Verse 2: 9th Prince] My mind flashed back to memory lane I felt adrenaline rush through my veins Blood stain, Major Payne like Damon Wayans PR Terrorist leg got hit It ricocheted and 4th Disciple arm had split I ran like the Bionic Man, western stance General Wise dillinger just jammed in his hand Bullets on the loose, shells rip through my feathered goose We at war now like Desert Storm troops Somehow I escaped like Attica inmates Dodgin jakes, pushing weight on Shaolin and upstate Mentally slave - for righteousness I crave I plan to be wise and refuse to dig my own grave Back in the days of Adam and Eve I was in the Garden of Eden rolling trees from leaves Nowadays niggas be dying from a virus called Stress Disease In New York, everybody screaming Bloods and Darks Remember thugs that'd love to send me straight to the morgue Sometimes I feel like my life is going in circles Record labels be tryna jerk you Cross my line I'll try to murder you Guilliani got thugs on a curfew - it's real, like TMF Everybody grab their steel, we build at will And save the children for real, for real... [Break: Islord] Ayo, it's like I remember my old earth G.. It used to be - me, her and my grand earth in the bed KnowhatI'mean? One room apartment type joint Roaches all in ya shit... yaknow It's like I'ma flash back right now Me and my physical, I love that nigga We was co-defendants [Verse 3: Islord] Yo, my mind flashes back to '82 when I was 7 Short, light-skinned, curly-head, startin trouble Young God, in the schoolyard Never kept my laces tied, shirt tucked inside Never abided by the rules that I had to Me and my physical was on some - quick to snatch the Cash Rule From a flashy, analog nigga in the projects Known to transport weight out of state And front, with their big boys in the summertime 'Cause we was on some crimetime all year 'round Tackling pockets, tearing chains offa necks Straight up disrespectful ways and actions Towards any man or female 'cause the life that I live and tell Is identical compared to no one And I'll be damned if I have to show one [Chorus] Please lift us up where we belong All this time we're holding on Lift us up where we belong Until the Army drops the bomb [Outro] Yeah, we better get moving out of here. We need to extend our lives hook up with the other companies and push onto the top. And we just can't stop now. God damn it and wait for it. No sir. That's right. You know

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Credits

Writers
  • 9th Prince
  • Dom Pachino
  • Islord