Артур Скотт - We Different (Studio Freestyle Version) | Текст песни

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I smoke crack like you smoke crack but we different / like what? like chicken n beef we different / my soul flow so slow it's infinite / to be more concrete - don't bother to breathe you infidel / shit u talk about - we livin it colors so vivid life's harder than a rap video... / Niggas so dumb so loud... niggaz so high so pround. niggaz too hard to rap... nigga... guess what... SMILE MY BROTREr u b iite whatup sport you know it's all love so why resort to flat out crash burn and dissolve like a cracka rocka just to make it to the evening news special report

to talk escuse me to muse by the by... bout this warped and confuselfor world of black on black crime... sort of a mime stuck inside of a glass pipe ...why not - cant hurt rught idiot thang.... and i ant the type to believe this new hype slightly different from the so five minutes ago hype... follow dem neon lights to the promise land of the ghettofab vibe and give up my right to write from right to left and left to rightt ignite the dark night the right mind whether i'm in it or not quite disregard the colorblind divide and let u ride side by side... with them rays of light when the sun come I come with that... Son, get down with that sheeznat... easy mon... u bout to get into some nasty beeezznuuuuuzzz... sippin on sum sizzzurp... sippin on sum sizzzurp... killin so softly the love of my life this beautiful struggle n strife and i migth just die tonight but nah fuck that fuck goin generically south i just wont give up the fight..

i just dont bother to bother myseilf no more so don't bother with your bravado - provide some other mofo with insider info - the who and the what the hot and the not - I know exactly who killed hip-hop - so why not just die and not give a fuck anymore nah fuck dat just die and not give a fuck, anymore
yeah I might've copped couple of dimes couple of times from the Writer's Block couple hundred blocks up from the Lower East Side.. to get high not to get by not to get you to listen.. on the real though, props when props is due - figures - so I bow my head to dem harlem niggaz any dumb shit they might be into, regardless, kiko still know though: what comes first is my people

262nd and Broadway South to North Riverdale... N I aint talkin bout NJ I'm talkin bout mary jane, cocaine and dope fiends up in the Bronx and fuck dem Y.O. POs!! step across Caroll Ave. - u one step too close - do I give a damn? yes, officer, of course... obey the laws and force yourself to please the force by presentin it with probable cause... FREEZE!! or be gunned down with no remorse.. dogs, please, I'd rather be dissassembled and lost piece by piece like the true face of the universal crealional force. Surrounded by walls and bars six flights below teh ground.. in infinite space..

locked up in the CI (coney islald) hey yo, CO, I just got high of my boy's supply - can I be left alone and have a CI yeah you know - WE ARE NY........ C....and I don't know much about no TI, but what I know is this: the king is hailed when the king's cold corpse hits the streets so hail to BI.... G..... and you're gon need to B OUT from da VI.....................P when I sneak past the dress code and the security guys n then I raise dooms craze in milion ways brake ya face into insane (amount of) pockets of flyin space - so high - it's like one of dem ole days... oops - I did it again - give up... busted - non stop custom styles constantly being fed from the inside of my busted up head straight into all the known regions of heavens and hell plus you can't see me, hustla, from ya point of vantage... excuse the accent - this aint even my native languate