Tyrone`s Rap Lyrics

Tyrone`s Rap lyrics

Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which

 Fork to use, I paid my dues 

 In a rap-trap building called New York

 Livin' off beans, greens, and pork

 In a basement, tenement,

 

 no one's got to tell me what it meant

 To be black, jack

 Ace of spades

 All the car-wash washers and day-work maids

 Can't wash it off, it never fades,

 It's who you are until you're dead

 Now ain't that a kick upside the head?!

 

 Yeah, I know about Pryor and Portier,

 Can't get higher than Sugar ray

 Muhammed Ali and Doctor J

 And 90% of the N.B.A

 Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson

 Michael and Mahaliah Jackson,

 Now what's that got to do with me?

 On the street the only thing I see is:

 Crack dealers, pocketbook stealers,

 Coke snorters, Times Square daughters,

 Eight year olds who dance for quaters,

 And tokes and two-line blows

 New Adidas and stereos!

 That's us! Thats it!

 So don't be tellin' me all that shit!