Lletres:
Broken Culture Down

me and I watched it burn apart The peices fell down and drowned inside my heart The remains still surface every now and then But I just push it down

Good times, sickness and health Broke ass, and richness, baby we made it work Yes sir, yo I reminisce over this chick colder than a soda Princess a soldier raised in Islamic culture

make the coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture

got more lines than co-CAINE that's why you sniffin' around We diggin' for different sounds to keep it hittin' Straight up the only way we gettin' down

teeth This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up In these books

's no such thing as make love, it's really make life I don't care what nobody say You sleep with a man, that's your husband So make sure, before you lay down

culture, never been about the money, But we had to watch people trying to take advantage Of us, trying to damn near rob us, We got slowed down by dodgy

Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down

children cry And you ask god why Annie, she came from Dunlavin Town The TB came and killed her family all around Population booms Eleven in two rooms Katie she came from down