Molemen

Molemen - The Sheppard songtekst

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(feat. Prime)



This is Prime

I got a story to tell, so listen

It's about a ??, City of Wind



Here lies the son of Chicago, city of wind, a pitiful place

Critics talk shit behind his back and grin in his face

Theres no visible trace of ?teen? spirit or grace

And nobody in town supports anything he creates

This shit is hater-ville, it doesn't matter that he's made of skill

Or that his beats is bangin, motherfuckers here will hate him still

Kids are runnin rampant tryin to recreate the ills

Straight killin tradition by dissin all those who try to build

He climbed the hills with pride until his mind was filled with certain laws

Observe the flaws in thinking with an inkling to reverse the cause

He's heard them all and finds that it's hard to teach

Then she replied ?believe? i'm fine and target it beyond the reach

An artist speaks, silence overwhelms the crowd

They hated him before, now they're hoping he can help'em out

Forget about his previous plights, and see the signs

Cause he is the beacon of lights and he is prime



It ain't about style

It ain't about rhymes

It ain't about skills

And it ain't about lines

It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time

And then stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind

It ain't about style

It ain't about rhymes

It ain't about skills

And it ain't about lines

It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time

And then you'll stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind



It's over now, see I got a little bit older now

It's time to play my part and represent this molemen hold it down

I didn't wanna lead the flock, I was happy on the streets and blocks

Corner cypherin, receivin props

I used battlin so I could sharpen my blade

So often, that it made me ruthless and they stated to hate

Around that time I just recorded a tape, Mind over Madness

Put some of my niggas on it, this shit was timed like I planned it

I made out like a bandit, because nobody was doin this

Except for my man pug cause everybody was new to it

We used to get treated in the greatest regard

I met a lot of heads and took a stab at makin a spark

Scam artists rest in peace, yep I was the one who started it

I took some known names and I chose to make them a part of it

Qwel, Verbal, and ?bust?, by chance you might have heard of them

They figured out the hustle, guess who the fuck they learned it from



It ain't about style

It ain't about rhymes

It ain't about skills

And it ain't about lines

It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time

And then stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind

It ain't about style

It ain't about rhymes

It ain't about skills

And it ain't about lines

It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time

And then you'll stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind



This motherfuckers has got me stressed out

Surveyin the landscape that I've stretched out

I wonder if the path I've chosen to walks the best route

Feelin left out with the rain poundin my brain

Without any shade, no matter, moves gotta be made

The city I'm livin in is simply crawlin with hate

The same kids who turned they back was eatin off of my plate

They just reminded me, it's time to eat, so finally

It's time for me to find a need to be the scriber with designer beats

To shine you need more than just sheer talent and confidence

Like heart and wit, mixed with soul to be a part of this

The ?words? I spit, reveal nothing more than a tortured man

With nothing to lose, I'm warning you not to force his hand

I'm takin no ?shorts?, I stand for what I believe in

Pullin wool from you eyes, and pullin wolves out of sheeps skin

Each minute I'm livin is given to all who listen to

The lyrics, the spirits, the art, it's part of the ritual



It ain't about style

It ain't about rhymes

It ain't about skills

And it ain't about lines

It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time

And then stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind

It ain't about style

It ain't about rhymes

It ain't about skills

And it ain't about lines

It's all about life, maybe you'll see it in time

And then you'll stop hatin on because I'm speakin my mind
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