DILATED PEOPLES

DILATED PEOPLES - Cut My Teeth lyrics

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(Hook)

The strong pray upon the week

This is where I learned to stay upon my own two feet

So much I see

(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)

Cut my teeth

So much I see

(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)

Cut my teeth

So much I see

Cut my teeth

(Verse)

I remember how it all began

I used to switch graffiti tips on cans with both hands

No chance, I knew they couldn't stop this rush

Our bus bench was a stop, and they ain't stoppin' the bus

I caught the fever at sixteen I copped a beater

Now it's me against the world sit in my own two-seater

I drove slow on roads that lead freedom

What I believe in known that I'd be leaving

Let me in jump up the timeline to currents events

I went around the world twice on award tours it never ends

Mike Will did, but others didn't make it

Others still hungry, so the others gonna take it

Shit is basic when you put it the pot and let it simmer

Like the sun been setting later in the summer than the winter shit

Where I'm from I keep the oven sizzlin'

I cut my teeth at Venice Beach

Then hit my peoples with some of the wisdom

(Hook)

The strong pray upon the week

This is where I learned to stay upon my own two feet

So much I see

(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)

Cut my teeth

So much I see

(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)

Cut my teeth

So much I see

Cut my teeth

(Verse 2)

I learned a nickel cost more than a dime before I learned to rhyme

Crenshaw and Venice, St. Charles is more specific

Then Pico and Fairfax, the Ethiopian district

Everything changes, noticing both of em look different

I can think back, though life goes on so keep living

Didn't step to OGs on the block to seek wisdom

Or I'd be crippin' but they teach the street systems

Street soldiers and street politicians, I'd keep listenin'

Smoking in the homey's rental, blazing instrumentals

Something like a steel elephant trunk came through the window

Eyes traced the barrel to a friendly face

'Caught you slipping!', broke the blunt

Gave us back the lit half and kept dipping

Had that beach cruiser whipping, then stopped!

He turned around, came back and told me

'It's a war zone, go home! Draw something'

'Matter of fact, write something raw for me'

'Call you tomorrow'

That was the last time that I saw him

But I took it as a sign, standing at the crossroads

I saw a different world was mine, it was with me all the time

Appreciative, never satisfied, inspired to climb

Mid city lit that fire inside

(Hook)

The strong pray upon the week

This is where I learned to stay upon my own two feet

So much I see

(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)

Cut my teeth

So much I see

(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)

Cut my teeth

So much I see

Cut my teeth

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