Special
Strange Fruit Project, Thesis
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Packing my bags, cause a brother on the road again
Maybe we can do this another time, but I'm rollin in
Start my motor man, I'm about to head out
Said a little prayer to myself, and then I sped out
Thoughts of my family has got me hesitating now
Thoughts of insanity has got me meditating loud
Insane anger, brothers headed for danger
Looking at my life, it's unleaded and straight dangerous
It's all good, small hood slang to dust
Another brother wanna aim and bust
So, I'm out the hood, and I'm living in a better city
Cause things go round like merry go, so let it go, it's n' gritty
And they wondering where the crime went
Locked up, incarcerated, most of they time spent
Behind bars, I rhyme bars as necessary
Sort of scary, how they living dwelling in cemeteries
So special...
This feeling in me has got to be
(Something more than special)
I can feel it all in my bones, won't leave me alone
It just goes on, and on, and on
This feeling in me has got to be
(Something more than special)
It's all in my soul, won't let me go
It just goes on, and on
First of all, I thank God for my life
Shouting out to both mommas for addressing the stresses
Of wrong and right, when the pressure was on
Discipline was given, to get in the zone
To get it while the getting is good, instead of getting it on
So I let it be known, from suburbs to the inner city
Gritty, you this year living on curbs
Many a lyrical slur, plug it in, and appease the masses
Music got them all fiending for more, like please pass it
We breeze past the past, now we classic
Beyond y'all platinum plaques and shrink wrapping
Made it nine miles without Rabbit
Mad when the run around was getting rerun, what's happening?
The lock's getting popped on the door of the industry
Cause you were on the bill, and wasn't bringing no energy
Now we bank like synergy, remedy for the times
When an artist ever lacking in rhymes, and so I figure that I'm...
This feeling in me has got to be
(Something more than special)
I can feel it all in my bones, won't leave me alone
It just goes on, and on, and on
This feeling in me has got to be
(Something more than special)
It's all in my soul, won't let me go
It just goes on, and on
Sit back, relax, and watch me spit the rhyme like the gospel
I'd rather spit on the mic than keep my lips on a bottle
In a hostile environment, a brother keep trying
Surrounded by relative fossils of classic music
Got the youngest asking "Who this?"
The old school, I'm from the seventies
Maybe making music got these cats telling me it's cool
But nothing special, not that next level
So I laugh it off, crack a smile, times have changed
Yo, it's been a while since my brain been stimulated
Musically penetrating my soul, send a shiver down the spine
Reason for the rhyme, to relax the mind
Like giving sight to the blind
I put the world in a bind, the unsigned hype
And now I sign autographs, all day and all night
Keep them haters out my sight, got nothing but love
And I'm a still shine bright
Make the world feel special when I'm rocking the mic
This feeling in me has got to be
(Something more than special)
I can feel it all in my bones, won't leave me alone
It just goes on, and on, and on
This feeling in me has got to be
(Something more than special)
It's all in my soul, won't let me go
It just goes on, and on