Aziatic - Fan Mail lyrics
rate meBaby bring that ashtray in here<br />
Aight<br />
And bring my mail it's on top of the counter<br />
Here baby<br />
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Check, what's this<br />
I don't know some mail came thru today<br />
Fishscale, professional, what's this about men lemme see what this about<br />
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes<br />
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Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health<br />
As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt<br />
Sunk in a cell, Fishscale, fifth year of my bid<br />
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids<br />
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It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms<br />
And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond<br />
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address<br />
Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess<br />
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Faced with life, it bites when reality hit<br />
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit<br />
Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking<br />
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking<br />
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Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living<br />
But like me, most great men became god in prison<br />
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life<br />
I was up in Cansaki, bitches started to fight<br />
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You touched souls to a lost population of men<br />
And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again<br />
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back<br />
It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back<br />
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Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt<br />
You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact<br />
All the cars and the pretty women, condos<br />
The clothes and the city living<br />
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I seen division, breakdown of the population<br />
It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination<br />
Torn between reality rap and the fakes<br />
Some do it for the salary cap few relate<br />
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And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction<br />
So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin'<br />
That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit<br />
It departed the prison system we should argue a bit<br />
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It's a glimpse of what's to come<br />
The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle<br />
I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you<br />
It's beyond trying to enlight you<br />
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It's a token of appreciation<br />
For being that poet with no abbreviations<br />
Much respect from us all wish you much success<br />
Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off<br />
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And leave in the way that I greet and say peace<br />
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga<br />
Word<br />
Gotta write homey back<br />
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Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there<br />
Got a few more<br />
You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man<br />
Alright, gimme a minute<br />
Okay, what's this one right here<br />
Oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this<br />
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AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan<br />
And since then to me you still a man<br />
A real card player rarely reveals his hand<br />
And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam<br />
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I sit and listen to your last edition, washing dishes in the kitchen<br />
Or twisting the baby dreads on little Christian<br />
It's so sickening his father we both miss him<br />
He was killed in a '99 car collision<br />
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I guess the best ones God get them the tar sniff 'em<br />
It's just the way it is in this bizarre system<br />
You remind me of his one concerning words when you speak<br />
You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech<br />
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At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep<br />
I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbing my peace<br />
My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap<br />
I hate it when them commentators say that you back<br />
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You never left you was always years ahead of the rest<br />
My baby-father even felt your style he say you was best<br />
How you dress how you move when you in the public<br />
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it<br />
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Know that, that's right<br />
It's Bigboy, okay, okay
