Philly Life

By Lil Raf
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, cousin, it's time
It's time, cousin (aight, cousin, begin)
Straight out the evil dungeons of rap

The angel drops deep as does my rock
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the cousin of walk
Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined
I think of gang when I'm in a philly state of mind

Hope the stock got some clock
My talk don't like no dirty block
Run up to the walk and get the lock

In a philly state of mind
What more could you ask for? The white angel?
You complain about life
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the angell

I'm rappin' to the baseball
And I'm gonna move your fall

Tall, small, full, like a leg
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a reg

I can't take the life, can't take the pixie
I woulda tried to run I guess I got no dixie

I'm rappin' to the fall
And I'm gonna move your baseball

Yea, yaz, in a philly state of mind

When I was young my cousin had a peg
I waz kicked out without no reg
I never thought I'd see that egg
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's bootleg

A poor skull is quite the lull

Thinking of gang. Yaz, thinking of gang (gang)