Kenn Starr Lyrics - If lyrics

If lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:Kenn Starr Lyrics
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[Hook x2]
It wasnt for this, it wasnt for that
Ohh, best believe a better world

[Talib Kweli: talking over chorus]
Yes, ladies and gentleman
You do have Kenn Starr in the house, Asheru
Talib Kweli...

[Kenn Starr]
If it wasnt for the way that we live
Too many single mothers raisin our kids
Too many brothers caged in the Pen
Engagin a bid, enslaved by the pigs
If it wasnt for crooked cops that pop shots grazin our wig
That sends slugs reckless, plus these thugs with a death wish
That take your life for the ice that flood in your necklace
The blood of the helpless and innocent (and innocent)
If it wasnt for so-called friends that turned Benedict
Snakes in the grass and crabs in the lake
Cuz Im black and its late, getting harassed by the Jake
Blasted with eight times five, plus one
Lethal deposit, reach for your wallet, they bust guns
Thats why I trust none and I keep to myself
I cant blame cats that pack heat in they belt
And quick to clap, never givin in
If it wasnt for this and that
Itd be a better world that we livin in

[Hook x2]

[Asheru]
If it wasnt for a mic check I wouldnt have a check at all
Nowadays you cant live that way
The markets way too unstable, theres too many pimp labels
Playing rappers like a ho, manhandlin the dough
Demandin them to go on a track to bring the loot back
Now you playing for the team and the captain, thats cream
You got the dream to push a mean two-seater
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With a diva riding shotgun, just to say you got one
You make the songs, but labels only want the hot ones
Send you back to the drawing board, until you got some
Now I guess we got problems
Even your all-creative mind aint enough to try and solve em
The doors revolvin, younger cats are starvin
They want it more than you, might go to war with you
To reap the heap of dough thats at the end of the rainbow
You cant be mad, man, thats how the game go

[Hook x2]

[Talib Kweli: talking]
(yeah, cmon!)
(yea, here we go, yeah!)
Im about to show you what this black power is
Red, black, and green on the wrist how I live
In the cold world where we bust off the black llamas
Every winter where we lose more son to black mommas
If hip-hop got seasons, right now its spring
Like when everybody selling death, kiss the ring (yeah!)
You know how it goes, people change color like autumn
Kids learn through experience, fuck what a teacher taught em
Puff a relief for boredom; rough will release a quarter
And the parents who paid enough attention to at least ignore em
Blowing up mics, throwin up signs
To help niggaz you confusin it with cryin
The winners write the history books
Mystery looks past prisoners of war, thats what my listeners are for
Turn the tide on this fuckery, ride on this fuckery
You shoulda never le t me in the industry, youre stuck with me

[Hook x3]