Clyde Carson - Somethin to Speak About lyrics

rate me

Game: I am Huey p newton whit air force 1’s on

Doctor martin Luther King whit to guns on

I am one zone short of a break

One chronic blunt away from a classic

I am a mother fucking bastard

Literally I let my lyrics overflow on the page

Until they spit on the beat

I do what you niggers can’t I am what you niggers ain’t

You say you an artist mother fucker then paint

that’s the base line the motivation for jamie to play you wrape line..

I paint pictures in my mind

imagine who dead if I see a flat line

You nigger ain’t like me

And its likely that im spike lee in some coke white nikes

At the knicks game With my legs crossed like a boss

How a nigga from compton become the talk of new york

Chorus

we Been broke so long it’s so hard hidden from behind ma scars

that something thay you think about

it was No dope just hope in my heart

Tired to reach for the stars

now I am something you can speak about

Clyde: Look into my eyes

hate too much I aint seen

Except death and the penitentiary gates leave ..

My mark on the world for i cut

the artist homie spoke on whit the poke and the brush

Paint a picture of a world made up ..

I try to be different but I am just like them

Fairy tales and fantasies are made ud jims

And never went whis far when i could fake one still

the pressures of life If that’s a carrier

Say what they want And not what you feel

what’s inside of your soul are un ..

To let it out The only way you could clear

ain’t been in .. But you can bet i raped about it

so far life good without it stripe for what’s great

though the hood is grounded when punishment can’t leave the block when I’m bouncing

Chorus: we been broke so long it’s so hard hidden from behind ma scars

that something that you think about

it was No dope just hope in my heart

Tired to reach for the stars

now I am something you can speak about

Clyde: ayy homie I’m just talking my shit every day hustle I’m just othering hits

score.. last puff then flick light up and let the world hear this

Sharp as the guitar that plays in the background

… is the puton that’s passed from the playgrounds

Younger whit the slick ton thuging

years later I opened up the oven

years later who knew that they love me, and thank me for everyday hustling

Consider me the king but a act like I don’t want it

lab rat laberin craping performance stage is enormous

doing ma gig felling ma self like Mac d r e we be the best like fat joe d j

the ghetto to a multimilli stay to know that we

Chours: : we Been broke so long it’s so hard hidden from behind ma scars

that something that you think about

it was No dope just hope in my heart

Tired to reach for the stars

now I am something you can speak about

Thanks to nana123 for correcting these lyrics