LA VanGogh - Shayna Drew Me (Can I Kick It?) lyrics

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & A Tribe Called Quest Sample] Can I kick it? (Sample) Yes you can! (repeat 6 times) Well I'm going [Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh] They say real recognize real Another deal for a n***a who just emphasize pills I PhD, I emphasize ill I used to get a thrill from the emphasis of grills With the wheels, dollar, dollar bill, trill Living on the edge like a window sill Learned peace on the real, I don't k**, I chill But the 40-wop'll get shorty popped like Steele That's the thoughts of my generation And we don't need saving, we need ventilation The block is hot, the block is hot It gets more heated when a cop gets dropped, now Who Shot Ya? Everybody want the Juice it ain't enough in the cup We ain't living it up because our living is f**ed Hoes giving it up, clothes ripping it See, I'm trying to run sh** so don't be tripping me up Dreams open doors on heaven's porch I write fire, I don't rap, I blowtorch Much love if you know me, good riddance if you knew me I came up with this rhyme on the day Shayna drew me [Hook: L.A. VanGogh & ATCQ Sample] Can I kick it? Yes you can! (Repeat 2 more times) Well I'm going [Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh] Yo, whatup son it's VanGogh, the criminal The smooth individual, the metaphysical, hella lyrical Tryna get my check up, no physical But they prescribe me a doctor how I spit sick proper Me and Boogy be in labs like a beaker That fresh, it I kicks like a sneaker, 4 seater I got enough drive, nobody needs to gas One foot up on the brakes, one foot up in yo a**! Rhymes take away your breath like gasp While I opposite of last cause my hunger is a fast, that's flash Or the opposite of slow like these hoes who Van-go They trying to get chose like draft They flows I be spitting have girls smitten I'm never quitting, unless I'm hitting They want me to towel down their moist kittens Right after I chow down like kitchen I'm fitting like hands in a mitten The thrown is where I'm sitting while Ice Mountain sippin', sippin' 4 4 tippin' on some looseleaf, truth speaks I came up with this rhyme on the day Shayna drew me [Hook: L.A. VanGogh & ATCQ sample] [Verse 3: L.A. VanGogh] Yo, let me drop this knowledge on em Ay yo, we living in hard times, so n***as guard 9's Even closer than the endzone from the one-yard line So I guard mine These other cats get the job done, but it's part time, not hard to find Cause I be dwelling in the mind of any human with a motive Giving inspiration to keep it moving like locomotive From '93 til forever I be writing sh** that's clever Hoping God open the gates to heaven, knowing I won't get in I'm not absorbed in sin, but I know the facts It's an entry but no exit like a cul-de-sac And if you trying to exit then you gotta motor back The code of that reminds to remain from off the code of black-ness I keep a broom to stay fresh in this mess See, it don't take a lying reverend to tell me I'm blessed At my funeral don't say I went to a better place I'm only going in the ground anticipating judgment day We're living in hell, a hundred plus degrees But somehow through all the heat a n***a's heart is bound to freeze Like I said, we live an underworld life in unknown So, when we pa**, we decompose in the places we were grown I'm gone [End poem: L.A. VanGogh] You see the phrase "Shayna Drew Me" is It's like a metaphor Other people's creativity inspired mine So on the day that I saw someone else being creative, I wrote this rhyme And I'm asking you if I could kick this line? In due time, you will find That in your mind I inspire every rhyme