Lyric In the Ghetto
Planet Earth was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets going, the going gets rough
When I start flowing, the mic might bust
The next state, I shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like I m locked in hell
Looking over the edge but the R never fell
A trip to slip cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equip
Any stage I m seen on, a mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
Going for self wit a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won t look back
Cause it ain t where you re from, it s where you re at
Even the (ghetto)
I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinking how hard it was to be born
Me being queen wit no physical form
Millions have settled wit one destination
To reach the best part, it s life creation
9 months later, a job well done
Make way, cause here I come
Since I made it this far, I can t stop now
There s a will and a way and I got to know how
To be all I can be and more
And see all there is to see before
Called and go back to the essence
It s alot to learn so I study my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I m glad I listen when my father was rapping to me
Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exile from the original man, a straight way
Now that s what I call hard times
I rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that s how to store a radiant
But they couldn t cave me in cause I m the Asiant
REaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina
Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a
Mind keeps traveling, I ll be back after I
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I thought and I just fought the people
Under the dark skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here s an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand you re third eye seen all of that
It ain t where you re from, it s where you re at
Even the (ghetto)
Even the (ghetto)
No more props, I want property
In every borough, nobody s stopping me
Because I m thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxing
On poignant reacting and ready for action
I m so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and taking it easy
Quiet, it s kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud, there s a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
Cause when it s time to build, I m a mechanic
I m bonding and mending, attaching and blending
So many solos, there is no ending
People in my neighborhood, they know I m good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played celo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back, my gun s on my side
It shouldn t have to be like that
I guess it ain t where you re from, it s where you re at
Even the (ghetto)
I m from the (ghetto)
Word up, peace
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any a rhyme that I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets going, the going gets rough
When I start flowing, the mic might bust
The next state, I shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like I m locked in hell
Looking over the edge but the R never fell
A trip to slip cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equip
Any stage I m seen on, a mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothing to lean on
Going for self wit a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won t look back
Cause it ain t where you re from, it s where you re at
Even the (ghetto)
I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinking how hard it was to be born
Me being queen wit no physical form
Millions have settled wit one destination
To reach the best part, it s life creation
9 months later, a job well done
Make way, cause here I come
Since I made it this far, I can t stop now
There s a will and a way and I got to know how
To be all I can be and more
And see all there is to see before
Called and go back to the essence
It s alot to learn so I study my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I m glad I listen when my father was rapping to me
Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exile from the original man, a straight way
Now that s what I call hard times
I rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that s how to store a radiant
But they couldn t cave me in cause I m the Asiant
REaching for the city, a Mecca, visit medina
Visions of Neffertiti then I seen a
Mind keeps traveling, I ll be back after I
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I thought and I just fought the people
Under the dark skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here s an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand you re third eye seen all of that
It ain t where you re from, it s where you re at
Even the (ghetto)
Even the (ghetto)
No more props, I want property
In every borough, nobody s stopping me
Because I m thorough, rhymes are making real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxing
On poignant reacting and ready for action
I m so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and taking it easy
Quiet, it s kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud, there s a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
Over the wack rapper, put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
Cause when it s time to build, I m a mechanic
I m bonding and mending, attaching and blending
So many solos, there is no ending
People in my neighborhood, they know I m good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played celo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back, my gun s on my side
It shouldn t have to be like that
I guess it ain t where you re from, it s where you re at
Even the (ghetto)
I m from the (ghetto)
Word up, peace
