Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile
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Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile & Miguel
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Blu & Exile & Aloe Blacc & JOSEPH
Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile & Miguel
Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile & Miguel
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Blu & Exile
Blu & Exile
[Intro]
Uh, who want some more?
Straight out the park
Hip-hop shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Uh, turn it up (Yeah)
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
It ain't easy to jock, for real, yo
[Verse 1]
Picture me sitting in front of eighty-eight keys tryna escape
From a shady place where babies blaze trees on a daily day
Tryna get they gravy straight to floss, Co$$ told me, "Homie watch it
These ladies play dirty games once you get to grinding"
Where niggas pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan
Holding iron, blowing smoke, elope in fire, flame spitting
The game is just a way to escape
And our pain is just a way we can relate to folks crying
Finding ways I can make a difference, but fuck wishing on a star
'Cause the percentage of getting what you envisioned is small
And the stars barely shine in the city, so we're blinded
By the man-made bright lights, making my eyes shifty
Feel me out, hear me now, crying childs of the ghetto
Letting go a beautiful sound, it's kinda falsetto
Hello Hell, welcome to L.A. where devils that dwell play
They meddle with metal and letting every shell spray
Until day dawns, I make songs for the long road travelers
And lost souls after us
Spitting lyrics vicious like I’m mad as fuck
Packing up my bags, hopping back on the narrow path that’s planned for us
[Chorus]
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
[Verse 2]
Yeah, in this world that I'm living in
I've given into sex, stress and dividends
Los Angeles metropolis, city of vexed citizens
Folks that smoke infinite dope and hope living in
Poverty is probably the less stressed position to go
So we don’t have positions to hold
So we pitch snow and live in the cold
In Hell inhaling, feeling Heaven is close
But like roadkill, I'm still on this road
Bold as any soldier playing his role
I stroll the streets in the cold, even in summer heat, it gets cold
So we strolling with the heat and it's cold
It’s been a long troublesome road and I'm still traveling
And fuck battling, just managing, life is challenging
Though I managed to make it, I damaged the places
Up in my mind, life and times of Los Angeles' greatest
Wasting time, wasting lifespans fucking around
I'm spitting deep shit stuck underground
So just dig it or don't fuck with it
Or don't fuck with it
Because you can't fuck with it, uh, uh
[Chorus]
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
[Verse 3]
Check it, and I'll be playing Escapism by Pete Rock
Hot, watching police plot knocks to get my peeps locked
Smiling as my teeth rot from eating sugar coated quotes
Smoking dope to float away, but hey, the air is nice up there
I swear the feeling's good as chilling with a nice cold beer
We fallen angels, rocking halos like it's priced up gear
And if you need me, just ring me, shit I'll be right up here
Where fear is non-existent (Yeah)
Instead of drifting in a prison where my mind's restricted
Where my mom is wishing, tryna get her broken promise mended
I'm training to be a seamstress, sewing holes that dreams fit
Fiends bring broken clocks, tryna get their dreams fixed
Ticking, itching, tocking, watching, God is watching you
But you rather have a watch with lots of diamonds, I've been fooled
By the word a few times, but who cares if Blu rhymes
About hoes or saving souls? They wanna hear that beat ride
I rewind and try to play back the days when they would play stacks
Of 8-tracks to recline, now we blaze sacks
Taking back the feeling hidden in me when we used to smile
'Member that? It's been a while, so I'm blowing off the dust
Brush the dirt up off my nuts, got this feeling in my gut
I'm tryna let it out, so if you with me, listen up
Listen, listen up, if you with me, listen up
'Cause uh, I got this feeling in my gut, what the fuck?
[Chorus]
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy
Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
[Outro]
Yeah, uh, what up, X?
Uh, B, the Liberty Project, make money
I wanna send one out to the hometown: Bridgetown!
Yeah, DS, Aloe Blacc
Cassius King, Donnie Smokes, Don Ox
[?] life, Rocksteady [?]
And all my folks, K-M to the A-M (Dirty Science)
Once again, yeah
From the S-I-C to y'all, come on
Uh, yeah, Los Angeles
The Narrow Path was produced by Exile.
Blu & Exile released The Narrow Path on Tue Jul 17 2007.