Punch (TDE) - Prelude lyrics
rate me(Intro)
The riots in Los Angeles have written a sorrowful page in American history
(Verse)
This ain't hip hop, this apocalypse, velvet glove ova the iron fist
Pull a surprise, come closer, accomplished ghetto novelist
Risk taker, gay shrug, no consequence!
This ain't no consciousness, leave niggas unconscious quick
Non-responsive
Common sense say that the corners is bent
Stay cautious, a whip for five percent tint
On the other side of that window, in addition to extended clips
Plenty endo' dip, 'nough to make a nigga flip (word)
G rise, with teenagers high inside with no license to drive
Coincide with gentle times
Modern day Babylon, the great Harley
Fornicated with the nations and gave birth to the garden
Circa 1956, they finished the bricks
2 year prior my grandmamma left Mississip'
Cuz they was hangin' niggas, burnin' niggas quicks
Jim Crowe's laws got too thick, she called it quits
(Interlude)
What a transition from Jim Crowe, South
To projects, niggas in gardens
(Verse 2)
Compton imperial housing development
Seemed like a great place for her to settle in
So she did and her kids had kids
Fifteen years later her grandson helped start the Crips
That was Michael’s conception, yeah my interconnections
Stuff of legends, street nigga heaven
We in the late 60', early 70'
Eventually J. Edgar tried to ruin the black legacy
Infiltrated the Panthers, pomped drugs in our vicinity
We got high, and lost all sensibility
Ronald Reagan was Cali's governor then
Ten years before Oliver North, I ran contraband
Scam, that’s when the world first heard of Ross
Freeway Ricky got rid of weight quickly
Rewind back in the projects, niggas got busy
Seven niggas changed the course of niggas in history (damn)
A shotgun and Molotov, whole block was engulfed
There’s certain things I had to leave off
Bounty hunter Watts, firmly established
Harassing Y-stats and festivals
A sea of red rags, they would clash with reputable crip fashions
In each direction had 'em surrounded
Concrete assassins, the bucket of blood, no leader among thugs
Bottom feeders and scrubs, it's all but one slug away
From being enlisted in the Pontianak street grace
Then the 80' came and introduced crack, cocaine
To the vein, the south central poked pain
In the air, the atmosphere exploded
Like nuclear radiation, every hood corroded
From variations of rock, and early rap exposed it
You get the message! (yes)
That’s a triple ? wrapped
In a metaphor for the labor pains felt by my mama
(Outro)
So it’s like, your family’s history
And the streets... birthed you
They birthed who you are!
Projects, crack 80', streets, the hustlers
It’s all in your blood, ma
Where’s the story?
This is your view from the project window
Your project window
