I call when I?m getting bent out of shape over Wait (weight) ? fixed that Fit but no six-pack cuz I won?t do sit ups or give up Big Macs With Shad you
Brother please No more Pamela Lee's, let's set it straight I'm the biggest thing out of Canada Til Quebec separate And I never medicate So y'all feel
boys get mad and punch me In the junk til my balls ache Look out the window and there's rainstorms I let the wind blow out a brain storm Shad's back
Now I?m supposed to be cool under the collar A student of the dollar A proven scholar in a school of commerce A dude who's smooth and stalwart Who?ll
[Verse 1:] I put the smack down like it's rehab Make sure that there's no relapse with these cats Cowards couldn't rap this dope with a zig zag I let
lot of talk about this Claire Huxtable t-shirt recently... so here's the word... the shirt was made as a promo t-shirt for "Shad" (www.shadk.com). Shad
I live at home still Not paying phone bills Hydro or rent And my mom makes most meals So it's so I'll I don't need no scrill Only cash for gas When I
Brother please No more Pamela lee's let's set it straight I'm the biggest thing out of Canada Til Quebec separate And I never medicate So y'all feel me
I try to hold some hope in my heart For these African youths Coming up where I'm from Many traps to elude Surrounded by Mostly white and affluent dudes
Some ppl can't deal Play the hand you're dealt Might make a grand still A man's real if we can return like grant hill Those that know shad know that
What happens when the walls drop The lies and the disguises and the small talk That cover up the pain and the shame and the bald spots We're runaway trains
Before I take a mic Take a break beat or a break to write Break me down lord please and shape my life We need leaders These elitists got nothing to teach
punch me In the junk til my balls ache [Chorus:] Look out the window and there's rainstorms I let the wind blow out a brain storm [x3] [Verse 2:] Shad
got cash and I don't lack distro And if I didn't I wouldn't change to go bag fistfuls Of cold green, homie I'm no black minstrel show Shad just don't
I heard you had a voice like an angel I heard a strange tale About a saint that fell Music became jail These bars I hear you rapped/wrapped in em Wove
Big ups to 91.5 live from cold k-dub Just reminding all my guys in the world to stay up Never had to spray slugs so I dont play thug Or try to fit with
Verse 1: I can?t derail, I train hard then relax on tracks Keep the brain sharp, hittin? like an axe on wax Axe never touch trees, meaning I don?t puff
We spend our lives searching like scavenges finding a way Understanding that light is a sign of the day So we squint in the darkness in search of a glow