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poppa left - back to basics lyrics

verse 1
i put my thoughts to paper
my words will change the force of nature
i just gave the universe an ultimatum
like strike me down with lighting right now
if i ain’t the most creative
mc in my town, my people come because i cultivate it
in the field of dreams
these players fill the scenes
with their hopes to make it
but the truth is most of them are just so overrated
this game is saturated
with rappers making fashion statements
accolades on the plaques
but that ain’t gangsta if you trap in a bas-m-nt
i rep the basket cases
where my -ss-ssins in the casket
laying tracks, counting stacks
in the back of a days in?
no hbo we getting back to basics
ain’t lackadaisical
these days will go past you if you don’t crack the matrix
i’m fully activated
wholly bully shmack a hater
you better make sure that pharaoh dance is encapsulated
cuz where i send you i promise it be your last vacation
so pray to god that heaven is where your match is made in
filled many pads with pages
flows got different variations
jew boy with the blacks
i’m in a mansion call me larry david
i guess that you can say i’m doing pretty good
rolling thicka with my militia, i’m on my biggie suge
so fill my cup with pinot
my man just served a kilo
he went to work with his nina word to san bernardino
but f-ck that isis sh-t
they drop bombs cuz i’m nice as sh-t
popcaan, my whole life a dream
my pop gone, they eat popcorn
put my life on a screen and rock on
i pop enemies if my clock wrong
cuz time is money
need my cream and cheese
but ma don’t forget to put the locks on
safe and sound in my bank vault
i’ve been dreaming of c-ke money since i was yay tall
we used to call the corner with the 8 ball
working for the plug was robbing peter to pay paul
cliche but its true
every time we chop it up i say dj screw
i ain’t gotta party up like you prive dudes
cuz i be cool if my career end up like bekay and blu
open up for the roots
my breakthrough, if things fall apart
consider this my tipping point
the stakes is high like joan of arc
or should i just say de la
double m don’t touch the fader
trouble dem when i puff jamaica
two more for the butler and baker

outro
will they free or hang us?
the writing’s on the wall i pray it rearranges
the government enslave us and turn us to strangers
but dem don’t want no war they want their visa papers
they k!lling over oil and a piece of paper…

- poppa left lyrics

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