"Chicken and Swine" as written by Lavell Crump, Brad Franklin, J. Martin and A. Craemer....

featuring J Da Groova

J Da Groova

Andy see on the track

Crooked Lettaz

doing whateva

It's like this...

coming outta Jacktown....

1st Verse

(J Da Groova)

(If I want to free?) my mind

I feel pain and stress

accompanied by fear of falling and war

Gotta hold my breath

and stay afloat

What I wrote

to complement what I feel

But now my feelings turn to dust

as I dictate what's real

Now, all this shit people care about,

that's made by man

When all that shit's all gone

There's nothing left in your hands

I tried to crush pieces of coal into diamonds

My timing

was off, couldn't cope

with what this life had brought

But now I realize

I have to let that bullshit cease

If something good happens to me,

it makes the bad increase

Even unconsciously

these frauds be hunting me

in my dreams

Teaching a lesson,

that life ain't always what it seems

Gotta keep these blessings

At last,

time is running out fast

what the future holds

always coincides with the past

You never know the shit I'm feeling

when I'm staring at the ceiling

J Da Groova, Crooked Lettaz,

doing mental cap peelings


I remember WHEN

remember then

remember WHAT?

remember WOODS

in grandma house

deep in the cut

eating chicken and swine

now I write dope rhymes

good times

is so hard to find

It's on my mind


2nd Verse


We the last line

of defense

That's why the South remain calm

in all this nonsense

They cloning sheep

Next week,

boi, they'll be cloning you

Now while you steady claiming coasts

with your silly crew

I got stew

and we be nuetral to your black and white

So, we be ready

when the folks come at us late at night

To all you representing rappers

up in low fatigues

You keep it real

but them woods

keep it out your league

They got a freeze on your money

but you ain't gon' want it

'cause there's a concentration camp

with your name on it

and, doggonit,

they gonna get you with this devil tax

They got your whole act on file at the (Equalfax???)

I can't relax

Mastercard say (they won't take cash?)

I'm a ???????

A mad dash up the charts

won't even get you straight

A platinum plate

and some cake

and you still paying late

Your royalties

is just like spoiled cheese

on a platter

by the time you see a cent

boy, it won't even matter

There's fatter rhymes

and fatter beats

Congressmen in seats

Your little raps won't even last

in this world of cheats

(chorus 2x)

3rd verse

(david banner)

The sun shines

on the South

I'm ready to take my clique

on this deathbed

and (do this thing?) y'all killing me with

The (design?)

pierces my brain

with this bullet from hell

(the damn ride?), '99

killed my cousin Michelle

One wrong turn,

her body fell

25 feet

Her skull split

up into bits

on the cold concrete

And in the streets,

little kids getting shot in the face

ever since being housed,

y'all in the wrong place

And I know (this Coca Cola boils to crack?)

Now a child got AIDS from being fucked from the back

y'all ask (if the?) struggle hit me

If I'm here for the next verse, we all gon' see

Put on "Triggerman"

(death don't hurt?)

Man, I got this gun from a smoker

and the shit don't work

(chorus 2x)

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"Chicken and Swine" as written by Brad Franklin A. Craemer


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