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chuma - way back[1999] lyrics

chuma:
let’s take it back to the abc’s
the bases of the young grown me
his-tory reflecting through my e-y-es
the vision is so subliminal
black brothers criminals
pw cynical
biko with principles
you remind me of so and so, a kid that never had
you remind me of so and so, sometimes i over lapse
so&so ended up being a single dad
i already feel the pressure so ima tell you he was black
i’m so confused
my really mind trapped under all the blues
the melody got me moving like mj with dem shoes
oh lord
days on the mattress without a blanket
difficult situations got us sharing but the fact is
face it, most of your favourite rappers are amateurs
words too sick and the flow, got all the calibre
delivering verses and bars too heavy for stamina
then face it bra, what you’re witnessing is too phenomenal…
oh lord
we came a long a way
from the money trees, swimming pools now we dna
from umama notata remember those games were insane
d-mn things changed, but now people switched up and it’s okay
“all my life i want money and paris”
“never made it to the mansion”
andikuva uthini so go

hook:
way back
we go way back, way before bringbackourgirls was a hashtag
even before everybody started driving hatchbacks
erase that, this one song should be your soundtrack
way back
i was fantasizing thinking bout the grind
i was looking to the gods and i was asking for a sign

malz:
this my life now
that i write down
i’m only grinding for the ice now
introverted and i’m still the blackest in the burbs(yeah, yeah)
i don’t deserve it, i don’t deserve
my parents worked real hard for the life that i live
affording a fortunate kid
caught with a corpse in your skin
making a living but you dying inside
i see the pain when i look in your eyes
and my feelings i poured and i poured them again
took them for weakness
i swore wouldn’t pour them again
i’m nappy headed, i’m watered down to quarter now
this quarter pounder’s an all rounder he dumbed it down
i lost the p-ssion more into fashion a slay addict but truth be told i ain’t got the guap so i fail at it
its typical
residual used to be ritual
now life flipped so hard call it reciprocal
all you rappers looking whimsical
reciting other people’s lyrics doesn’t make you lyrical
i know i got a brighter future
resurrection of pac like i’m robert sobukwe
slave to the game like i’m kunta
my crib slicker than a squatter camp
rip to flabba
hope y’all never stab me in the back
(cheddar in a f-nny pack)
i know some snakes so i’m friends with deceit
hop on your main and go hard like i did on this beat

- chuma lyrics

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