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Masta Ace
Masta Ace
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MF DOOM
MF DOOM
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Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne Brownsville kid that wanna be on Hit the streets running be gone Outside with a curfew Got lessons on honesty and virtue And the people that would hurt you Drug addicts ex convicts Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts So many too many to mention You can feel all the tension A mom s intervention Tryina save her son from the worse fate Getting home after 8 when she work late Thank god for nana, I was in the control In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol Cause folks getting robbed on a regular By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street He s a nice kid, but ain t nothing sweet All I do, I do it for you It s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades Couple of B s, a C and the rest A s Not top of the class, but not nearly last I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass But all my best friends, they be ditching school Every week is like a Friday ritual Son of Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool All I do, I do it for you It s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne x 2 I was born, son of Yvonne, Grand son of... heard you rap now Devon, let me hear I get pissed and leave Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie Cause it s Christmas Eve Under the tree, efx racing track Pick up a gift, shake it in, place it back I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess Next morning, open gifts, making a mess Nana always sits in the same chair Jackson 5 singing Rudolf the reindeer In the background, I go upstairs To see what Mike got, Then I come back down, to enjoy all Nana good cooking Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born in bread And like that quill, nana got on the bed I m a bunch of things, all sown together To make one man, that will be known forever All I do, I do it for you It s for all you did, when I was a kid Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne x 2
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