Bad Half Entertainment - Black History lyrics

[Intro] Trust the f**ing shooter [Verse 1] Soon as I was born I knew I was due to do some damage Came out the womb, doctors pa**ed me around the room and panicked Four pounds, dark purple, couldn't even breathe on my own Shakin' baby in an incubator Breathing machine for my lungs Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for a couple months Papa regretting doing coke, mama probably those couple blunts Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of As long as we keep the unconditional love between us I feel like the Mona Lisa Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance I learned just how people are quick to turn The doctor came back and said "we gon' release him" That's the same thing in my first deal the label head said Same as the judge after 365 days in jail cells You probably think my moms and pops ain't raise me well Wait, please, I was hard-headed The only person who could get through to me was maybe Jay-Z They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys I learned everything I need to know at day one in the hospital They gonna doubt you, n***a And you can't even pay no one to care about you, n***a [Interlude: DJ Premier] As we proceed to give you what you need My name is DJ Premier I'd like to introduce to you Ant Man Wonder On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart PRhyme 2 is coming [Verse 2] 1966, March 21st In July 17th, '61 marks the birth The birth of two phenoms I'm talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam This is for the real Gang Starr fans Not the ones who call us P-Rhyme One come from Ma**achusetts, the other from Texas Had a dream to become the next sh** Filled up his whole truck trunk with records And moved to New York That's where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord If ever duplicated, hell froze And there was a blue moon before it And that sh** birthed Group Home Freddie Foxxx, inspired sh** like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru song Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the back Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewing Chubb Rock Pac in cut with his boots and juice on Pac still k**in' to this day, still the one they tryna be Y'all know I'm from Detroit I'm digging in the crates, now I'm from the diamond D I ain't wit show biz I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal and go and ball And every b**h I got OG is on call, that's O.C b**h, I confess that I finesse I smile at d**h like Malcolm X I'm solid, yes, in '99 I told myself If I could figure out how to bottle it I'd be out of debt Y'all n***as just novices Y'all can just move inside I got that car pedestrian confidence, yes sir I got that Uber Drive Y'all wanna know who the best is Look around at who alive and who done died (Then what?) Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T Em and the Slaughters Y'all don't have to look any further for the rhymers Y'all are the past, at the present time I'm the future Cause all my competition tryin' be designers I'm just tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers They just tired of re-rewinding Y'all tired of me saying I'm the greatest? (Y'all tired yet?) f** y'all, I'm tired of re-reminding I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a grave Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage Since then I've been on my Jaimie and Rae Nobody seeing me She douche, I give her dick she never forget, that's D and D Prem cut Come on back with me, this black history