all of my G's from Blacks to Japanese US to overseas, back to New York You should hear the slang we talk Buckshot and Harley Hearts so I can bang New York My
come and the first to leave it I tossed my faith in the river My mistake, my philosophy busted I watched my future become encrusted I had a dream, but
lost my old philosophy now I believed in love Well the months went by and my love grew strong Thought she felt the same but I was wrong She held my old philosophy
the role models, lost souls, false gods that I am shown Ordeals that I pass through for purposes unknown? In the Cul de Sac, turn back on my trade from
my car system Nigga walked down my block with his rotwiler A sub woofer on a leash each one teach one The DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind
what we agreed on in plenum, Resulting in defection through vacuum Sanctions through my ever-lasting philosophy Ideology starting from within Ending in our mind-created brave new
It's all good, it's all good ?Cause I love my hood, love my hood It's all good, it's all good ?Cause I love my hood, love my hood Sittin? on the stoop
be down, gotta be down gotta be down, down, down, gotta be down with me I read all the words off a cereal box My curiosity is my new philosophy But
don't you make demands discorse at times or is it just in my mind alive yet unaware asking do you really care oh my god my god help me god help me witness
and dust gets swept up Tryin' to step to me, boy, you must be sick Got a nine in my pocket, takin' heads out quick I make my music loud, my parents
to say I'm just a babe in so many ways! I'm still growing, still stretchin' Still breaking in these new shoes Looking for a way to make a mark of my
City he will never let you in And he grants no kind of permit to the railroad' I got back on the train and my companions they were few My hopes with
must destroy someone, commited to a treason Traitor Goodnight to you, a bedtime story I tell it's true Under the sun nothing's new, nothing's won A philosophy
Congratulations So clap for the independent women So clap for my homies straight thuggin Clap for the real MC's buzzin We the leaders of the new school
betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, ideology Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation Got my
[Intro: sample of Boogie Down Productions' "My Philosophy"] Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games A lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'
met is playing music on my bed again sharing wings and boulders bringing me back in those who all give advice those who all recommend those who know everything kitchen philosophy
in a strong way In search for freedom (Black, black enough for ya) Opportunity (Black, black enough for ya) International rescue (Black, black enough for ya) Is my philosophy