Crooked I - Adorn Freestyle lyrics

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[Intro]

I can’t put my finger on a year

Can’t put my finger on it, feel like

Feel like ’97, I mean like

You know that 90’s hip hop era

That real shit, you know?

I’m sitting in my old school reminiscing

Couple songs came on, something’s missing, what?

That stevie wonder, ray charles, no music

I mean when music painted pictures while you sit and listen

I feel like in this new shit we never here

That true shit, we getting further from it every year

I play Pac’s album and I shed a tear

That’s why I hope my words reach heaven’s ears

I’m out here in the hood and they really miss you

They say you took music’s real feelings with you

The good die young and it’s still an issue

I guess that’s why traevon is chilling with you

Gotta fight for the trill or we’ll loose it

Lotta choices out here, I still choose it

That’s why everyday I’m inspired by what you say

You and Johhny Jay yeah, y’all make real music

Real music nigga, real music

The house party bounce into real music

Nigga bottles turned up and the blunt fuse lit

Ain’t nothing in the world like real music

Remember rap and doop, dha dha

Never thought that hip hop would take it this far

Notorious is gone, still take the shit hard

Small said it’s more problems when your paper get large

Everybody strapping too many lamas and uzzis

Too much trapping, not enough dear mamas and juicies

Yeah I bop Prada and Gucci

But excuse me, I go to more drama than movies

And as it goes on, feel like it’s getting rougher

Born poor so I know what it’s really like to suffer

Family in the grave, homies in the pen

And brenda’s baby grew up to be a dealer like his mother

Hard nights and the day is long

Still we seem to smile when we hear our favorite song

I close my eyes, the music talk to me

Open my mouth, the greatest artist talk through me

Like Bob Marley yo, a house party yo

I’m on that 151, that Bacardi yo

Nothing like real music in the party dog

My love affair, let me tell you how it started off

I think I met her when I was still a little child

She had her own style, she had a ghetto smile

I vowed never to leave her dog, even now

Crooked is not so crooked whenever she around

Kept me in line, god’s my witness

That’s my first love the block, my mistress

I’m talking hip hop and I’ma love her till I dwell where Pac and Big is bitch!

Man, until the day that I’m gone yo, real music.