Текст песни Molemen f Prime - The Sheppard
Molemen f Prime - The Sheppard слова песни
This is PrimeI got a story to tell, so listenIt`s about a ??, City of WindHere lies the son of Chicago, city of wind, a pitiful placeCritics talk shit behind his back and grin in his faceTheres no visible trace of ?teen? spirit or graceAnd nobody in town supports anything he createsThis shit is hater-ville, it doesn`t matter that he`s made of skillOr that his beats is bangin, motherfuckers here will hate him stillKids are runnin rampant tryin to recreate the illsStraight killin tradition by dissin all those who try to buildHe climbed the hills with pride until his mind was filled with certain lawsObserve the flaws in thinking with an inkling to reverse the causeHe`s heard them all and finds that it`s hard to teachThen she replied ?believe? i`m fine and target it beyond the reachAn artist speaks, silence overwhelms the crowdThey hated him before, now they`re hoping he can help`em outForget about his previous plights, and see the signsCause he is the beacon of lights and he is primeIt ain`t about styleIt ain`t about rhymesIt ain`t about skillsAnd it ain`t about linesIt`s all about life, maybe you`ll see it in timeAnd then stop hatin on because I`m speakin my mindIt ain`t about styleIt ain`t about rhymesIt ain`t about skillsAnd it ain`t about linesIt`s all about life, maybe you`ll see it in timeAnd then you`ll stop hatin on because I`m speakin my mindIt`s over now, see I got a little bit older nowIt`s time to play my part and represent this molemen hold it downI didn`t wanna lead the flock, I was happy on the streets and blocksCorner cypherin, receivin propsI used battlin so I could sharpen my bladeSo often, that it made me ruthless and they stated to hateAround that time I just recorded a tape, Mind over MadnessPut some of my niggas on it, this shit was timed like I planned itI made out like a bandit, because nobody was doin thisExcept for my man pug cause everybody was new to itWe used to get treated in the greatest regardI met a lot of heads and took a stab at makin a sparkScam artists rest in peace, yep I was the one who started itI took some known names and I chose to make them a part of itQwel, Verbal, and ?bust?, by chance you might have heard of themThey figured out the hustle, guess who the fuck they learned it fromIt ain`t about styleIt ain`t about rhymesIt ain`t about skillsAnd it ain`t about linesIt`s all about life, maybe you`ll see it in timeAnd then stop hatin on because I`m speakin my mindIt ain`t about styleIt ain`t about rhymesIt ain`t about skillsAnd it ain`t about linesIt`s all about life, maybe you`ll see it in timeAnd then you`ll stop hatin on because I`m speakin my mindThis motherfuckers has got me stressed outSurveyin the landscape that I`ve stretched outI wonder if the path I`ve chosen to walks the best routeFeelin left out with the rain poundin my brainWithout any shade, no matter, moves gotta be madeThe city I`m livin in is simply crawlin with hateThe same kids who turned they back was eatin off of my plateThey just reminded me, it`s time to eat, so finallyIt`s time for me to find a need to be the scriber with designer beatsTo shine you need more than just sheer talent and confidenceLike heart and wit, mixed with soul to be a part of thisThe ?words? I spit, reveal nothing more than a tortured manWith nothing to lose, I`m warning you not to force his handI`m takin no ?shorts?, I stand for what I believe inPullin wool from you eyes, and pullin wolves out of sheeps skinEach minute I`m livin is given to all who listen toThe lyrics, the spirits, the art, it`s part of the ritualIt ain`t about styleIt ain`t about rhymesIt ain`t about skillsAnd it ain`t about linesIt`s all about life, maybe you`ll see it in timeAnd then stop hatin on because I`m speakin my mindIt ain`t about styleIt ain`t about rhymesIt ain`t about skillsAnd it ain`t about linesIt`s all about life, maybe you`ll see it in timeAnd then you`ll stop hatin on because I`m speakin my mind