Lena’s Song

[Intro]
Uh (woo!). It's a beautiful thing. I'm 'boutta kill from the ill state. Sha. I'm feelin' that today. Go ill, uh. It's all one, all one. It's all one, rise. All one. Rise one, one. Waddup? There's only one of me in the state

[MC Juice]
Uh. Ill state get it right get it crunk keep it tight
In a place where real g's don't sleep or fight
Black, white, Asian and Puerto Rican like
Hot weekend nights, with me speaking' on the mic
Very few are even freakin' it right
I remain as a beacon of light
Fill your whole like a beef in the night
My nigga rise one, cheefin' the pipe
My nigga NES given rappers good grief (that's right)
Anytime my niggas sense hood beef we strike
Quickly, got love for every cat I got with me
Drinkin' hundred-fifty proof gut-rock whiskey
Throw shots sickly, blow the spot quickly (reppin' ill state)
From the cradle to the coffin
Never get soft fall off or stop flossin'
And the D's can't stand it, so evidence is planted
Big ballers take all money spent for granted
Fo' dot-sixes and mo' hot chicks
J.U. niggas whisper like (yo got bitches)
And me well I stand at the core of it all
When most niggers can't rap according to y'all
See it's funny how when niggas come hot, things change
Had to work like Foul like Tyrese and Vin Grains
Wood grain hood game, champagne stain
Anything less than that you keep the change

[Chorus]
I stay in my place. Until we see a bright day. La la la la la. La la la la la

[MC Juice]
Now where my nigga BMZ
This is just a celebration of love
Brown people - it's just a dedication to us
Some slang hard for cheddar cheese breakin' it up
And real gangsters provide education to thugs
As back and white folks, they separated us
Saw us tryna' rally for peace - they sprayed it up
Way back before segregation on the bus
And you wonder why we stand in preparation to cuss
But we can't just clap at 'em
We gotta spit raps at 'em
That's the only way to get back at 'em
And rap cats do it yourself and get rich
Heard these records deal just don't pay, shit thick
And consider this - fuck your CD and how big it is
If you're straight livin' nigga rich
With two cars and no crib
Not enough to get a bitch
On some six-figure shit
You can barely hear the switch
That's why I chose to own everything from hooks to new songs
Some laugh and try to say a nigga took too long
But respectfully I disagree
'Cause if you check history a lot of platinum cats that did this shit for free
A rapper thinks his pockets is deep 'cause he tour
Without his publishin' he never really reaches rewards
Do you feel me?
It's do or die here, shit is crucial
And excuse me, I'm only being truthful

[Chorus]
I stay in my place. Until we see a bright day. La la la la la. La la la la la