Saturday, July 14, 2007

Embrace Difference

A very thoughtful neighbor (they’re all so civic minded around here) just drove by playing a lovely song for this summer afternoon. It’s now my favorite tune, whether I like it or not, because its sonic footprint has been imprinted on my brain by the 120 decibel, sub-bass delivery system that can probably communicate with elephants and whales hundereds of miles away.

In order to share the wealth of this great cultural experience, I present to you the lyrics of A.M. TO P.M. by CASSIDY from the album “I'M A HUSTLA”. Everyone sing along, you know the words!


I still move work, from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em {*2X*}

[Cassidy] I punk on the street from the A.M. to the P.M. Nigga want beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em Lay 'em when I see 'em, AK 'em when I see 'em Hop out the Bronco, I'll O.J. 'em when I see 'em Cut a bone out his skin, fish fo-lay 'em when I see 'em n' wire is real, Kanye 'em when I see 'em On their job, so I'll pay 'em when I see 'em Turn boys to men I'll wine Yayo when I see 'em Cause I'll be on the grid from the pm to the am Paint pictures with my rhymes, you can see 'em when I say 'em My songs like movies you can see 'em when you play them If a nigga want beef, when I see 'em I'ma spray 'em For six g's I could get your wip swiss cheesed I'm like a red nose, spic you a mixed bread Bitch please all 'em dudes in your cool ass I'll get you strangled with the strings on your doo-rag

[Chorus: repeat 2X] I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em I still move work from the A.M. to the P.M. Niggaz got beef, I'ma spray 'em when I see 'em


[Cassidy] I'ma let you talk all stupid, till you get harked all stupid Sparked out stupid, outlined in charcoal stupid Dog I bite I don't bark all stupid, it is wat it is I'm in the coupe room droped all stupid Fitted hat cocked all stupid, gettin' top off stupid My clientele cop all stupid We excels on the block all stupid, it is what it is It's a fact that I rap all stupid Get your wig pushed back all stupid We strapped all stupid, I'll get you clapped all stupid Don't let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid Yeah I do my thinh all stupid, let my chain bling all stupid Ny ring all stupid and my earring all stupid I got them things and I swing all stupid

[Chorus] [Cassidy] Yo, with my flow you all amazed and astonished I've been hot since I got my first single with sonic Back in the days when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics I rocked the huge jeans and I played the atonics You know I blow A'z, I'll be blazing the chronic It got my mind scrambled the and egg and an omelette I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise Me and T like, Malcolm and Alasia mahomie Me and Swizz like Martin and Jessy But the fact that I can get assassinated, is startin to stress me I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me But I still keep the still tuff under the fresh tee And I ain't just rapin for my health So before you diss me, you be betta off laughin at yourself Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harrell at the light

8 comments:

Mark said...

I hope you don't want beef.

Lips Mahoney said...

No, but I do rock the large jeans.

Mark said...

So hit the street and partake of the rich cultural tapestry that is Dorchester.

Lips Mahoney said...

Sure thing, and when I'm out there, and I see 'em, I'll spray 'em.

Mark said...

It's good to mark your territory with a good spray.

We can all learn a great many things from our canine friends.

Anonymous said...

Lyrical geniuses

Anonymous said...

That answers the question to that old Wendy's commerical "Where the beef?"

Mark said...

"He's an inspirator".... "He inspires people by what he do". - Snoop