Crates To Concrete lyrics

from my beginnings as a studio rap tunes

kids cut class but I`d be rappin` in my high school bathrooms

clap boom with freestyle and mix while

thick tiles, reviberatin` sounds I kicks wild

whatever worked I rearanged it right

puttin` my brain in tight

flows remanined in night mode, it strained til light glows

til sunrise, burnin` my eyes til I`m close

so I finished it right, yo

put up the mic, ah one two, check it check

and yo don`t step I keep my memory set

maintained and do I screwed up

to get ahead, but like my man said

it`s gonna turn from green to red

so bring the breaks for the lyrics

tapes so they can hear it

thinks they don`t fear it

wait til they can clear it

with tapes and the emcee at the mix shows

thinkin` in quick flows, I`m waitin` for my chance to flip pros

save the drama for your baby mama

I wrote a comma at the end of ninety one, I`m back to bomb ya kid

you better come correct to streets

save the week, cause we`re brining it from crates to conctete



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we`re bringing it from crates to concrete

we`re bringing it from crates to concrete

we`re bringing it from crates to concrete

give me the breaks and beats for the streets

we`ll bring it back from the crates to concrete



I defended my skills on the down low

some clowns, so I ain`t about to be seen all around yo

I kick up beats like cleats, fill sheets

iller than freaks on backstage pass after me

cause emcees cats get blasted when I`m on it

and I`m swift flippin` all that jazz like Harry Connick

I`m cool like that, like mitts, like traps by Prince

you`re just a rapper, they can`t catch hints

here`s the flavor they favor, bringin` somethin` to save ya

they go about the album to play ya

forget the running your rep

you wanna mess your step

why? I`m burning up your house like Left Eye

now that your hip I`m a be sendin` a burrage of quickness

I`m plantin` the mic like camaflouge witness

arrival of the kid with the microphone fitness

representin` mad hit when I kick this

sicken` of you and your crew

hits your town with the funk

the four corners and bump to the sound

spinnin` the older, bringin` brand new beats

so here`s a peice of how we`re doin` it from crates to concrete



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so Supreme set it off from the get go

and I`m a let go, lyrics is gettin` pep on a chump

like a step show

for ready and all

I wouldn`t sweat `em, because I flip `em like a Mary Louette

so just forget `em

and I`ll be up on my mans block, and briniging on the knots for sure shots

that`s hittin` the record spots

and it`s fuckin` real enough to clear

then it`s the four by four

fuck, the punp for the year

the better, the metter, the better

forget about all it

because I paid my six so you can just go dis

be a fake ditch`ll get you raped with theft

now they`re beggin bootleggers for records I got left

so I`m a give up somethin` of props to every track with a needle

keepin` up with the beats and the people

to leave you sayin` where have the days went

to swearin` it`s lost to wanna be starin` at pavement

so check it

I let it show for the dopes and the clones

so let me scheme this, speed knots, and box til they bleedin`

you just remember who was playin` for the keeps

cause you sleep, I`m bringin` it back from the crates to concrete



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