[Hook]Africa, Purta Prince, Knoxville, Ann Van, Manhattan, South Band, Albany, Brooklyn [x4]Brooklyn, New York to wherever you atThis is autobiographical takin' you backI lived a Charmed Life, we're going back in the yearsImagine if my whole world flashed before your ears[Verse 1]I've been around the sun 25 times,And I still find new ways to recognize shineIt's like life gets better with ageThe way a song sounds better on stageAnd rhyme books get better with each pageBefore the first bar was written'Or first verse was spittin'Before label excets was bullshittin'Way back when Aunty Leen,Aunt Mimi, and Aunt Jackie were babysittin'Before food was bitten, consumed through a nippleI'm talkin about when times were simpleTo make a long story short it goesPurta Prince, Knoxville, Ann VanLove in the City that never sleepsSome thoughts to finish, I was born just a couple of weeks lateStay home long just to mke sure everything was on straightAll systems go, cut the umbilical chordFrom old eart h to new earth Manhattan to turfFor what it's worth, my mom held me down one deepPops was absentee, but minds you don't seeIt took a village to raise me, Leen tought me how to readBy the time I went to school, I was at high speedReady willing and able, Jackie tought me how to addWith dried up black-eyed peas on the kitchen tableAnd coming ome to a mother's love and good careNever wantin' him, it was always enoughExcept when it came to education,It's like she had one rule,There's no such thing as too much schoolNot to mention Leen tought me how to play the pianoAnd then, every summer I was out at South BndGrampaps a bartender at a country clubMe and my cousin from Grand Rapids was livin it upMe Granny watchin Notre Dame footballGold and blue, she said you can't beat the team and the beans tooSome say I got my sense of humor from herAnd I got my patience from making models in the basementBrooklyn, New York to where ever you atThis is autobiographical, takin you backWith no time for refrai ns,I barely got enough time to explainHow hip hop captivated my brainMy momma raised me on Soul to BeethovenSports Club and private school put me on soft rockThats was cool, but i left C100 and WPLJ to find bliss from BLS and KISSVideo music rock showed me what time it is, wrote my first rhymes to CoreyBut De La was (buck?), makin pause-mix demos with my main man MarkWe playin ball in the park, there were other heads tooI was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to doGot my weight up at shcool, started battling foolsD-Night, my friendly rival at the lunch tableHe started spark in the darkBut Damien and I dateI was down for a bit, but that was just to DJStarted spinnin in the PJ's with Facho and themBack and forth from the tables to the Pad and the penBut then I had to do a bid up state, but waitI wasn't incarcerated, but college-educatedAt SUNY Albany I was a full time student, part-time emceeAt the time (Rawshack?) was the place to beLivin' on dutch quall, started buildin' with god s16 man squad, by the time my knowledge 120, we was just 5 deepI went from Mecca to Albany a student,And landed in MedenaA havis rhyme reachaYou recognize whats happenin'I'm makin records and I'm winnin'But thats another story and thats only the begeningBrooklyn, New York to where ever you atThis is autobiographocal, taken you backNot my whole entire life, just a slice of the pieA few pieces of the who but when, wheres, and whys
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Copy to Clipboard: [Hook]Africa, Purta Prince, Knoxville, Ann Van, Manhattan, South Band, Albany, Brooklyn [x4]Brooklyn, New York to wherever you atThis is autobiographical takin' you backI lived a Charmed Life, we're going back in the yearsImagine if my whole world flashed before your ears[Verse 1]I've been around the sun 25 times,And I still find new ways to recognize shineIt's like life gets better with ageThe way a song sounds better on stageAnd rhyme books get better with each pageBefore the first bar was written'Or first verse was spittin'Before label excets was bullshittin'Way back when Aunty Leen,Aunt Mimi, and Aunt Jackie were babysittin'Before food was bitten, consumed through a nippleI'm talkin about when times were simpleTo make a long story short it goesPurta Prince, Knoxville, Ann VanLove in the City that never sleepsSome thoughts to finish, I was born just a couple of weeks lateStay home long just to mke sure everything was on straightAll systems go, cut the umbilical chordFrom old eart h to new earth Manhattan to turfFor what it's worth, my mom held me down one deepPops was absentee, but minds you don't seeIt took a village to raise me, Leen tought me how to readBy the time I went to school, I was at high speedReady willing and able, Jackie tought me how to addWith dried up black-eyed peas on the kitchen tableAnd coming ome to a mother's love and good careNever wantin' him, it was always enoughExcept when it came to education,It's like she had one rule,There's no such thing as too much schoolNot to mention Leen tought me how to play the pianoAnd then, every summer I was out at South BndGrampaps a bartender at a country clubMe and my cousin from Grand Rapids was livin it upMe Granny watchin Notre Dame footballGold and blue, she said you can't beat the team and the beans tooSome say I got my sense of humor from herAnd I got my patience from making models in the basementBrooklyn, New York to where ever you atThis is autobiographical, takin you backWith no time for refrai ns,I barely got enough time to explainHow hip hop captivated my brainMy momma raised me on Soul to BeethovenSports Club and private school put me on soft rockThats was cool, but i left C100 and WPLJ to find bliss from BLS and KISSVideo music rock showed me what time it is, wrote my first rhymes to CoreyBut De La was (buck?), makin pause-mix demos with my main man MarkWe playin ball in the park, there were other heads tooI was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to doGot my weight up at shcool, started battling foolsD-Night, my friendly rival at the lunch tableHe started spark in the darkBut Damien and I dateI was down for a bit, but that was just to DJStarted spinnin in the PJ's with Facho and themBack and forth from the tables to the Pad and the penBut then I had to do a bid up state, but waitI wasn't incarcerated, but college-educatedAt SUNY Albany I was a full time student, part-time emceeAt the time (Rawshack?) was the place to beLivin' on dutch quall, started buildin' with god s16 man squad, by the time my knowledge 120, we was just 5 deepI went from Mecca to Albany a student,And landed in MedenaA havis rhyme reachaYou recognize whats happenin'I'm makin records and I'm winnin'But thats another story and thats only the begeningBrooklyn, New York to where ever you atThis is autobiographocal, taken you backNot my whole entire life, just a slice of the pieA few pieces of the who but when, wheres, and whys
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