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• Artiste: PNC
• Titre: Intro (Bazooka Kid)
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No brother, one mother, no dad One gran and we stayed at her pad Down in Palmy, Havelock Ave, round Highbury That's in the 90's, she was born in the 20's Grandad had passed back in the 80's I remember him talking bout the 40's Pointing at a scar with a schrapnel was in his leg One of the few snapshots of him in my head Mum loved grateful dancing bumping Guess I used to ride to it when I was in her stomach Maybe I would write my silence in the womb Now i spaz out like im writing on the shroomz And again that hype, I'm just fighting for some room Pulled back, now going foward go sonic boom Fell down, now moved up quick blade kick Same old game shit, another day another round fought Fans tell us they put us on the pedestal Its the realest my jealous fellas and fellas The bullshit regel us Im getting my lettuce in any town you heard of Bags under my eyes, hide behing roberto cavali Let a Bob Marley, earned but, only job i heard of said murder Only Jehova i know said money cash Ho's that cut blow in the kitchen So no religion But my affliction harrass like a full blown crack addiction I do it with passion, with who i can And at times I fucking hate it but its who I am A junkie, to that maching gun funk And i rap like an M16 on the track, bbbblakkk Matter of fact bring it back like an M16 on the track, bbbblakkk