From The Tip Of My Tongue
[ VERSE 1 ]
takin a flow like this be breakin the suckers
And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel of my tongue
And be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young
Flowin this style I be singin and bringin
It's breakin the people and go in the mind of a teen
Be makin em hear it and manifest up in him that I'm a star to become
Quick the lyrical style I'ma kick
You better catch the rhythm of it
Cause hip-hop is becomin complicated, never be left hung
Bringin a style like this kinda quick and crisp
A lyrical twist be comin up from Chi-Town
I know that hip-hoppers all over will be stung
[ CHORUS ]
(How was the rhyme brung?)
Frum the tip of my tung
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Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces
The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling
Protect us in these changing times,
The warm embrace, the killing price . . .
My people right or wrong
Remember running from the hall as the voices screamed behind us
I felt I'd die for you in the sunlit hills of our home
The moments come then recede away
The empty words, the hollow light of day . . .
My people right or wrong
And outside is cold, staring up at the lighted window
And in the bitter home, the thicker the blood the faster it keeps
The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling
Protect us in these changing times,
The warm embrace, the killing price . . .
My people right or wrong
Remember running from the hall as the voices screamed behind us
I felt I'd die for you in the sunlit hills of our home
The moments come then recede away
The empty words, the hollow light of day . . .
My people right or wrong
And outside is cold, staring up at the lighted window
And in the bitter home, the thicker the blood the faster it keeps