• 标题:Change
  • 歌手:Prodigy
  • 专辑:The Most Infamous
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    Change - Prodigy
    There are two kinds of people in this world
    Those who make things happen and those
    who just watch and coppin over us
    I get my rush makin brush styles
    They simulate me but imitation is the highest form of flattery
    So gas me kid wit yo blandishment
    It only makes me realize how much you really on my dick
    Suckin all the flavor off of my love like you’s a bitch
    Save something for my chick but go ahead get yo lick
    I’ve been doing this since Machiavelli made hits
    Biggie Smalls said and Mobb Deep started done lenglish
    40 years changed and Hennessey
    Shootin videos in them projects in Queens
    Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man
    The only thing constant is change
    Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader?
    Leaders create and followers just follow the leaders
    We used to rock certified suits and Timbaland boots
    Averex leather jackets with the bandana hoop
    Snatch the chain off yo neck, the definition of swag
    Who else but Brooklyn and Queens where all my thugs at?
    Out in California also
    Those where the days when pussy niggas couldn’t rap
    They was too afraid to get up on the stage and rock for the hood
    Cause the hood was the only craft there was
    Some niggas are stuck in that time zone
    They can’t adapt or get none of this neo dough
    Hope you saved up while you was high and had your run
    Cus the clock ran out and your 15 is done
    I see a bunch of nonsense in the game right now
    It’s a whole game of garbage and copycat styles
    Step yo game up, step yo brain up, go get a dame up
    She deserved to live that life of the rich and famous
    Not the life or the dummy lane fucks that ass
    Deserve expensive seats and dressed up in the finest threads,
    that designer shit
    Diamonds are strictly for women, yea that’s the new trend
    Stop acting like a bitch and take the crystals off
    And get that glass off yo wrists and stop makin rap songs
    You’s a certified thrown ball, straight ass
    Even if you was a gangster your music’s still trash