Songtekst
OP
… Ten years ago I used to listen to rapper's flow Talking' bout the way they rock The mic at the gospel I liked how that shit was going down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound With my own sound, so I tried to write rhymes Something' like them, my boys said, "That ain't you God, that shit sounds like them" So, I sat back, thought up a new track Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure Facts, motherfuckers got scared 'Cause they was unprepared Who would tell it how it really was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the God Pound Brooklyn Church fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play When I wrote about parties It didn't fit Six in the morning … That was the real shit … O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher O.P. original preacher