Prodigal Sunn

Prodigal Sunn - Movin' On Up songtekst

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(feat. Madame Dee)



[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]

Yeah... yeah, many more good years to come

Hard times in the ghetto

Coming up as a young shorty

As a young shorty, my pops always told me

You gotta eat man, kept it real

In the field, you know the deal



[Chorus: Madame Dee]

We'll get by, we'll either do or die

Hit you with the truth, no lie

Move on up, trynna to survive



[Prodigal Sunn]

I push with the force of M.C.'s, we cold crush

Manage to rush, shift through the game, splitters of paintbrush

Drop a dime, yo, that ain't us

The coppers are lyin', greener than mean

For this bing is a must, trust

When I spit it, it's gun bust, dangerous

Hit you, split you, with the angel dust

Plus, how many m.c.'s must get done?

Before somebody says; you can't beat the Sunn

Number one in my own circle, boy, don't make me hurt

Turn your dome purple, light up that purple urkel

Party over here, party over here, braids in my hair

Chain on my neck, watching the ladies stare

They call me Sunzini, gold genie, human machinery

Hype on the scenary, fly as a Lamborghini

Ain't no stoppin' me now, stoppin' me how?

A lion on the prowl, father of many styles, now



[Chorus: w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs]



[Prodigal Sunn]

Pardon me kids, it's a must that I handle my biz

To keep the heat where I gotta eat, you know what it is

Do what I did, slid through the games with jewels, the Wu

S to the K, Brooklyn Zu, the Two

G-O-D-Z, I-N-C, I achieve multiple bands, like Cosby and Winfrey

I lay it down for my family tree

Like Sammy Davis and the Rat Park, flippin' in threes

Got 'em askin, who is he?

It's Sunzini, Big P, from the BK, NYC

Within, introducing, born again losing

And you could see me face to face, it's no illusion

My whole click stay producing, and I'ma stay 52

And pursuin', through the city of ruin

Gritty to the grains, sustain, know what I'm doing

You losing, cruisin' for a bruisin', you got the crowd booing



[Chorus: w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs]



[Prodigal Sunn]

Serious time, curious mind, delirious crime of cosmo guns

It's armored body, small chasing white lines

Did it from the grind, focus on the right signs

Soldier physic, unique, like the rarest mines

Zini at his prime, never catch me dropping dime

The honey berries, necessary with a twist of lime

I'm quick to spit a rhyme, any place, any time

Thoroughbred, known, grown and I gets mine

Genuine like fine furs and leathers, in the end

We gotta get it together, you know the kiss be the treasure

Shine through extreme measure, the team mega

Cheddar, burning that O.G., Jack Herra

Serious talk, I'm deli as a Newport

Check out my melody, Brooklyn, New York

Do my damn thing, get it? Spit flames

On any terrain, worldwide, we campaign



[Chorus to fade: w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs]
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