(Talking:)
Another Terrorize Banger – Genocide – D Rap Beats,
It's how we do man. (…You don't know me)
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow
My saga began 84 to be exact, July 31st as a matter a fact,
Delivered by a nurse, while my mamma was swacked,
12 pounds, brown eyes, big J was now intact,
Born to make an impact, a mark and affect,
Abstract, young kid with a foul dialect,
Got no respect, a suspect, 6 years old with a sharp object,
(…Reflect and Reminisce)
Young seed growin' up in Zvornik, East side Bosnia, (Moje Selo Bukovik.)
Poverty was at a peak, And there ain't no benefit
So you do what you gotta do in order to eat,
My old man working nights, my mother working days,
Income still weak, they were factory slaves,
Doing what they can for some money to raise,
An economic down fall equals many petty pays
Every day walk to school, an hour through the mountains,
Snakes, wolves, scorpions by the thousands,
Creepy old houses, route where your heart pounces,
Arrive at school, with no lunch in my bag,
I got holes in my clothes, while the other kids brag,
I was 7 years old and I started to wag,
See my teacher get my lunch, so everybody slag,
I walk back home with my books all scag
When the evening came outside we played,
Brainwashed by Rambo so I carry a blade,
Everybody knew about the booby traps I made,
Even stabbed another kid, Alija, sorry mate. (But not really, ha-ha)
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow..
Growing up my mamma would say
"Jusufe, why you act that way"
It's my life, so check the resume,
Reflect and Reminisce, behold the expose…
Growing up my mamma would say:
"Jusufe, why you act that way"
It's my life, so check the resume,
Reflect and Reminisce, behold the expose.
Day by day doing something I was restless,
Trespass premises, jump wire fences,
See me in the woods in the World War 2 trenches,
Young and armed, my hands a knife clenches,
Genocide boy, I was never defenceless
I was like Fuck a toy, a real black sheep,
I got kicked, stomped, beat and never weeped,
I rise to my feet and continue to speak,
At the Mosque every Friday,
We learn how to pray,
Face east to Mecca with Allah communiqué,
Decay disarray, with the Arabic way,
Convey my inner thoughts, when a prayer I say,
Where would I be if the fuckin' war hadn't arrived?
Would I still be a rapper with the name Genocide?
Would in eastern Bosnia, still I reside,
Would religion cause hate and people to divide?
Reflect and reminisce,
Old days all bliss,
I would change everything, if I had 1 wish (One wish..)
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow.
(Talking:)
A lot of cats be judging without even knowing a person..
Growing up my mamma would say:
"Jusuf, why you act that way"
It's my life, so check the resume,
Reflect and Reminisce, behold the expose.. Hey..
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow…
Another Terrorize Banger – Genocide – D Rap Beats,
It's how we do man. (…You don't know me)
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow
My saga began 84 to be exact, July 31st as a matter a fact,
Delivered by a nurse, while my mamma was swacked,
12 pounds, brown eyes, big J was now intact,
Born to make an impact, a mark and affect,
Abstract, young kid with a foul dialect,
Got no respect, a suspect, 6 years old with a sharp object,
(…Reflect and Reminisce)
Young seed growin' up in Zvornik, East side Bosnia, (Moje Selo Bukovik.)
Poverty was at a peak, And there ain't no benefit
So you do what you gotta do in order to eat,
My old man working nights, my mother working days,
Income still weak, they were factory slaves,
Doing what they can for some money to raise,
An economic down fall equals many petty pays
Every day walk to school, an hour through the mountains,
Snakes, wolves, scorpions by the thousands,
Creepy old houses, route where your heart pounces,
Arrive at school, with no lunch in my bag,
I got holes in my clothes, while the other kids brag,
I was 7 years old and I started to wag,
See my teacher get my lunch, so everybody slag,
I walk back home with my books all scag
When the evening came outside we played,
Brainwashed by Rambo so I carry a blade,
Everybody knew about the booby traps I made,
Even stabbed another kid, Alija, sorry mate. (But not really, ha-ha)
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow..
Growing up my mamma would say
"Jusufe, why you act that way"
It's my life, so check the resume,
Reflect and Reminisce, behold the expose…
Growing up my mamma would say:
"Jusufe, why you act that way"
It's my life, so check the resume,
Reflect and Reminisce, behold the expose.
Day by day doing something I was restless,
Trespass premises, jump wire fences,
See me in the woods in the World War 2 trenches,
Young and armed, my hands a knife clenches,
Genocide boy, I was never defenceless
I was like Fuck a toy, a real black sheep,
I got kicked, stomped, beat and never weeped,
I rise to my feet and continue to speak,
At the Mosque every Friday,
We learn how to pray,
Face east to Mecca with Allah communiqué,
Decay disarray, with the Arabic way,
Convey my inner thoughts, when a prayer I say,
Where would I be if the fuckin' war hadn't arrived?
Would I still be a rapper with the name Genocide?
Would in eastern Bosnia, still I reside,
Would religion cause hate and people to divide?
Reflect and reminisce,
Old days all bliss,
I would change everything, if I had 1 wish (One wish..)
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow.
(Talking:)
A lot of cats be judging without even knowing a person..
Growing up my mamma would say:
"Jusuf, why you act that way"
It's my life, so check the resume,
Reflect and Reminisce, behold the expose.. Hey..
You think you know, but you don't even know
So here's the blow by blow.
You think you know, but you don't even know,
So I'm givin' you the blow by blow…
Contributed by giorgio - 2010/1/23 - 12:27
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