Testo The Bush - Special Ed
Testo della canzone The Bush (Special Ed), tratta dall'album Youngest in Charge (Expanded Edition)
Brooklyn, New York, Flatbush to be specific
Is the topic of the composition, so people if it
Offends, I recommend you get off your soft tush
Calm down, come around to the Bush, the Bush
Live in the Bush, Flatbush, that is the place
Where I rest with the blessed, don't jest, it is a waste
To try, you might die, so why abort the mission?
Try to fight, you might end up in critical condition
'Cause we don't take shorts, not here, not in the Bush
And if you wanna get around, you gotta know how to push
The boys make noise and the girls be slapping curls out they head
Try to fight back, black, you get dead in the Bush, the Bush
We got the brothers with the heads in dreads
On the corners like pigeons
Smoking marijuana, but it's their religions
We got the others on the pipe tip, going on the flight trip
Soon on the tomb, your mother will write, grip
Facing up the world, chasing up the girls
The fire got too hot to your face and up your curls
Now you burnt, learnt your lesson, stop messing with the crack
Black, 'cause now, look how you're dressing
Choking and toting all the pipes and the oolas
While the dealers are your friends with the Benz, plus medullas
And rings, they're kings because of what they push
And they're part of the heart in the Bush, the Bush
I'm Special Ed and yes, I'm taking it all
The school that I attend is Erasmus Hall
Live in Flatbush, yes, I'm on
No, I'm not a God, but my word is bond
I got the knowledge, wisdom, understanding
Not fussy, but demanding
Know I'm wise, understand
Mess with me, I'll break your hand
Stop your heart, take your breath
Wait to diagnose to death
Remove your brain from your skull
Make you dumb, make you dull
Sew you up and cut your hair
Put you in a science fair
Tell 'em that your name is John
Make you a phenomenon
Freak of nature, make 'em hate ya
Not a girl will ever date ya
So step off because you're soft and I'm a soldier
Go get your crew and you can tell 'em what I told ya
Tell 'em how I burnt ya, how you got dissed
And form a line so I can add 'em to the list
If you come to the Bush, keep a low pro'
'Cause you might catch a knot or a shot or a blow
To the face in this place, if you base, you will be broken
Coming off the train, you gotta pay another token
What this means is you pay for your protection
Pay a fee or never see your reflection
Again, my friend, or rather foe, you know the deal
Either hear or feel
Choose one, but at least you got an option
Be my son or be up for adoption
Why in heaven's name would you diss?
Do you wanna kiss a fist?
We can do this properly, you're on my property
This ain't a game, but you can say it's a monopoly
'Cause I control the total supply and you're the user
Action makes the cuts and Howie Tee is the producer
We make it or break it, so take it just like that
Yes, yes, y'all, we're all from Flatbush, the Bush
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Writer(s): Howie Tee, Special Ed
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