Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Listen to track

[Verse 1]
I was never quite man enough
Never used to standin up
No one understands it but
I smile for the camera
Broken heart bandaged up
Heated but I'm fanning the
Flames cause you don't wanna burn up the fans and such
And i touch such lives when my hands touch lines
The ones in my note book, the ones that kurt cooked
Steve Nash of rap, hit 'em with no looks
But still underrated, still get no looks
So i i paired up with Omari
We tearin up the party
To pass the quarter finals
And as far as i know
This here's a team, but if Omari gets suspended
That don't mean the season has ended, get it?
Phoenix, we just gotta get these wings
So if my hard work gets me MVP
Then there's no reason i should feel abused
I drop 30 every night
So I'm still confused to why there

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city...
Ain't no love, in the heart of town...

[Verse 2]
Now these hatin ass niggas is bitches
Gettin me stressed yo, get lost
Cause my favorite color's like pepto bismol
Since when does a color determine
If you spit hard, or just how fuckin determined you are
I write bars every five minutes
It takes five minutes
Making beats takes five minutes
Your average song lasts about three to five minutes
So in that time, i gotta get you high with this
My world is a pool, feel free to dive in it
Head first with no water, you can die in it
These shoes are twelve and only i fit it
You gotta feel me prick, I put my life in it
So when i die, the world will be an eye-witness
Fuck you if you don't understand, because my mind gets it
This is more than just musical words
Right about now, i think i'll move to the burbs
Because there...

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city...
Ain't no love, in the heart of town...

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