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• Artiste: Random a.k.a. Mega Ran
• Titre: Don of the Slums
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Storyville: The subway stopped again, drunk bums talk to them- -selves, smells, can't breathe the oxygen times been hard in Midgar, you either working for the slum Dons or working for Shinra the sky gray and blackened from Mako's reactors waste, ain't no hazard pay in the badlands gate says Sector 7, more like Section 8 just to set it straight, the struggle is day to day living under tin huts, and holes in the ground police ain't around, Don's controlling the town in theses walls it's been bad outside it's much worse, outside is scorched earth, so happiness here, is like finding flowers inside an abandoned church everybody search, but we living with this curse, we struggling, hustling, scraping, scrapping guns, murder and drugs, kidnapping [Chorus:] It happens all the time in the slums, I'm the Don of the slums and you should try not to come, cats is robbing for crumbs, you can get shot in the slums, if you're not an alum, man look what I have become, I said it happens all the time in the slums, I'm the Don of the slums and you should try not to come, cats is robbing for crumbs, you can get shot in the slums, if you're not an alum, man look what I have become, the Don of the slums Mega Ran: It's where we pray that our kids are athletic Cause we ain't making it outta here with loans and bad credit I heard this town can send you to the grave if you let it Temptations and free lifts to the paramedics They call my neighborhood a shanty town, but I think they secretly jealous cause they can't be down Its the new Hooverville, where we struggle fight and scuffle tooth and nail, and even the hardest of dudes are killed, and in this game of life, I play the line, and we all scrape and grind just to make a dime Got nothing but people bothering, hating mine Praying that we're not living in the last days and times It's Midgar, every summer brothers get dumber, longer nights and no slumber, someone do the numbers We got single mothers, double jeapordy, and triple homicide quadruple life sentences so Imma slide Cause everybody in my circle Is living a polar opposite of those Hallmark commercials, Blue skies turn grey smoke from the purple and they don't say they gonna murk you, they just murk you Rappers and ballers, ballers and actors Higher mathematical status is what they after Best believe that ain't what I'm trying to become, So I'll be back like the prodigal son, i'm the don of the slums [Chorus] Mikal KHill: Wake up sleeping in a dusty bed alone I lie frustrated, and I feel like I'm done dead instead, I roll out, I gotta meet up with my crew I gotta figure out a way to pay this rent it's done past due do what we do; you mess around, we might do it to you no sorta hesitation less amazing is the speed with which we limit break, go on the wrong route feel like we can get with this when there's no other way out no doubt, you never gonna make it spray your name up on the wall, own path, I made it don't hate it still manage staying upright pocket full of trouble, rolling the dice everyone a suspect, pray for doubles, cash some checks wreck my motion on the wrong path pockets is fat, yeah you know its got to be like that and anybody try to take me for a chump i got a ball of lighting in my pocket anyone act dumb Sulfur: Gahhh, choking on the dust. Always watching my back, but pressing forward, so rust never touches-- The clutches on something more, the hold up at the store, before the Mako core, then-- Blaooww, gas in a potion bottle. Light the rag and run, man. There's no time to dawdle. Never coddled, it's slums birth to box. Always hanging on the corners with Materia in my socks. Picking locks, on the chest, it's guerrilla warfare--to loot the arsenal, and burn down the lair. Don't stare too long, because I'm already gone. A SOLDIER born at night, trained to look for the dawn. But a pawn's unnoticed 'till he's at the end of the board, so keep that save stored, man. You couldn't afford-- No back up, when your back's up against a wall. And no one from the slums ever gets that governor's call.