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Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan



Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?



Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan



Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?



Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan



Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?



Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan



Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?



Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan



Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?



Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan



Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from?







(fading in)



Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at



This is autobiographical taking you back



I live a charmed life



We going back in the years



Imagining if my whole world what



Where you coming from



Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at



This is autobiographical taking you back



I live a charmed life



We going back in the years



Imagine if my whole world







I been around the sun twenty-five times



And I still find new ways to recognize shine



Its like light gets better with age



The way a song sounds better on stage



And rhyme books get better with each page



What before the first bar was written



A first verse was spittin



Before label execs was bullshittin



Way back when Aunty Leann Aunt Mimi and Aunt Jackie was babysitting



Before food was bitten, consumed through a nipple



I'm talking about when times were simple



To make a long story short it goes



Port-au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps



From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late



Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was on straight



All systems go cut the umbilical cord



From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf



For what its worth my mum held me down one deep



Pops was absentee but minds you don't sleep



It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read



By the time I went to school I was in high speed



Ready willing and able jackie taught me how to add with



Dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table



And coming home to a mothers love and good care



Never wanted it was always enough



But when it came to education its like she had one rule



Theres no such thing as too much school



Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then



Every summer I was out in south ben



Grandpops a bartender at a country club



Me and my cousins from grand rapid was living it up



Me and granny watching ??? football golden blue



She said you cant beat the team and them b's too



Some say I got my sense of humour from her



And I learned patience from making models in the basement



Brookyn, new york to wherever you at



This is autobiographical taking you back



With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain



How hip hop captivated my brain



My mama raised me on soul and beethoven



Sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock



That was cool but I left Z100 and WGLJ



To find bliss with real s and kiss



Video music rocks showed my what time it is



Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked



Making pause mix demos with my main man mark



Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too



I was the herb of the crew, then I learned what to do



Got my way from school started battling fools



G nice my friendly rival at the lunch table



He started spark at a dark with damian and I date



I was down for a bit but that was just a DJ



Starting spinning in the PJs with satcho and them



Back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen



Then I had to do a bit upstate but wait



I wasn't incarcerated but college educated



As soon the albany I was a full time student part time emcee



At the time raw shack was the place to be



Living on judge clark



Started building with gods



16 man squad



by the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep



I went from mekka to albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher



I had this rhyme reacher



We recognised what whats happening



I'm making records and I'm winning



But that's another story and it's only the beginning







Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at



This is autobiographical taking you back



Not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie



A few pieces of the who what when wheres and whys