PNC
Intro (Bazooka Kid)
No brother, one mother, no dadOne gran and we stayed at her padDown in Palmy, Havelock Ave, round HighburyThat's in the 90's, she was born in the 20'sGrandad had passed back in the 80'sI remember him talking bout the 40'sPointing at a scar with a schrapnel was in his legOne of the few snapshots of him in my headMum loved grateful dancing bumpingGuess I used to ride to it when I was in her stomachMaybe I would write my silence in the wombNow i spaz out like im writing on the shroomzAnd again that hype, I'm just fighting for some roomPulled back, now going foward go sonic boomFell down, now moved up quick blade kickSame old game shit, another day another round foughtFans tell us they put us on the pedestalIts the realest my jealous fellas and fellasThe bullshit regel usIm getting my lettuce in any town you heard ofBags under my eyes, hide behing roberto cavaliLet a Bob Marley, earned but, only job i heard of said murderOnly Jehova i know said money cashHo's that cut blow in the kitchenSo no religionLetras de cancionesBut my affliction harrass like a full blown crack addictionI do it with passion, with who i canAnd at times I fucking hate it but its who I amA junkie, to that maching gun funkAnd i rap like an M16 on the track, bbbblakkkMatter of fact bring it backlike an M16 on the track, bbbblakkk
From Letras Mania