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poetik suspekt - sintro lyrics

[interlude]

[samoan music in background]
[?]

[will smith & female voice]
now this is a story all about how
my life got flipped turned upside down (ventry!)
and i’d like to take a minute, just sit right there ([?])
i’ll tell you how i became the prince of a town called bel+air ([?])
([?])
in west philadelphia born and raised (open your mouth and talk to me!)
on the playground is where i spent most of my days ([?])
chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool ([?])
and all shooting some b+ball outside of the school ([?])
when a couple of guys who were up to no good (ventry!)
started making trouble in my neighborhood ([?])
i got in one little fight and my mom got scared ([?])
and said “you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in bel+air” (huh?)
i whistled for a cab and when it came near (ventry)
the license plate said ‘fresh’ and it had dice in the mirror (if i ever, ever, ever find this again in your clothes)
if anything i could say that this cab was rare
but i thought “nah, forget it, yo, holmes, to bel+air!” (i’m gonna [?] in your [?])
i pulled
up to a house about seven or eight ([?])
and i yelled to the cabbie “yo’, holmes, smell ya later”
looked at my kingdom, i was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bel+air
[airplane noises]

[intro: male voice 1/sample/male voice 2]
“uh”
it’s the real [?]
“yeah”
“if you don’t let me do what i do+”
“also, real sh+t, uce, it’s like we flew all the way from samoa to come out here to get away from starving
and we’re still starvin’ out there, uce!” (it’s the real [?])
“we gotta get in the studio, ha!”
“listen up, [?]”
i’m bein’ straight up on this, but what the f+ck [?]”
“what’s in front of you, huh?”
“i know what you’re sayin’, uce, what’s in front of us? that’s what we got. but i’m tryna change what’s in front of you”
“you sh+t, [?]”
“n+gga, that’s what i’m sayin’ though! i’m tryna change sh+t, so we can be something”

[verse 1: poetik]
came up in the ghetto where them blades stay sharp in the nighttime
[?], never f+ck with the moonshine
big booty, slim waist on a thick dime
yeah, that’s me, ’bout to go deeper
after that [?] by the bass we f+ck
we smoke, we f+ck, it’s a good weekend
i’m in your with your titties, baby
but i gotta get back to the ground
one time for the six+eighty+five, a+p+i+a
sl!ck tongue when i flip rhymes
left numb like the cl+t of a dime, thank you ma+dam for the bomb p+ss
how much time does it take to perfect the rhyme?
same amount of time it took to bag an ounce
hustlin’ on the block, the flagsis out
gotta watch for the cops, them f+gs is out
[refrain: poetik]
rollin’ through the ville
i’m in love with these streets
you can’t keep me away
i’m runnin’ through ’em daily

[verse 2: poetik]
so much smoke, i need oxygen
now that’s a big [?] but you know it, b+tch
i always dream to [?] modern (what)
jackie chan, i got ’em (what)
hit the bong with the son of a high chew
spittin’ game properly, never done sloppy
an mc but they label me poly
yet it’s my own kind here tryna stop me
i had to rearrange the game
’cause motherf+ckers name they line and in love with the crack pipe
settle down, you ain’t built for the fast life
study up, better get your little act right
act right, agua
in a cup, fill it up, what, what
now look at my whip, b+tch
i’m ghetto as sh+t
[?] a cold day in h+ll when
i end up sellin’ my soul
and i ain’t gotta prove i’m the man, that’s facts
[?] on the groove, my uce plays tracks, it’s like that
[outro: poetik]
shoutout to everybody that used to laugh when they hear me say i’m from apia city like i can’t rap
man, f+ck you!

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