Klassikal Musik by TeddyP & Barnabas Shakur

As you read through Akin-Yemay, you will find lyrics for songs in Klassikal Musik. For example, below is the lyrics for the track Mickey Lost his Life. Read the lyrics to Mickey Lost his life as the song plays.

Mickey Lost his Life

TP — Mickey died, we was like god forbid - clepto, got clapped though when he robbed this kid/Mickey hungry/Rob like he had too/Take your Sh*t walk away and never pat you/Straight thug, slay thugs, stuck em for pay stubs, no make up, ran up in the bodega, everybody face up!/Mickey wild, had a child, loved em to death/Had a fight in school little Mickey told the principle ”Daddy'll put a slug in your chest!”/Mickey was proud, "that’s my child"/Mickey was loud/Celebrated by sticking a vic Mickey was foul/Calm when he sober, when buzzed off them drugs he stick a rich cat buy the whole block lugz/Admired by them kids so much, you’d think they was blood/Walked around screw face, Mickey making little thugs/They like “Mick lemme hold something!”/He give them a buck/Robin Hood in the hood not giving a F%# “Mickey duck!” I screamed out/When them motherF%#ers from the other side rolled up/I saved your life/Maybe now you let me roll out when you banging with my older brother Bus/Late night/Hospital bed you laid out 2 weeks passed/Something, ain’t, right/You survived once, Mick, won’t you survive twice?/Bus coming home three in the moooorning/Telling me “Mickey gave up the fight.” Gave up the fight, Gave up the fight.

Bus — I knew Mick we went to school together/Older friend turned into older brother/He was doing what he had to, to withstand the weather/He never said was thug, the street said he was thug/They know, respect him or you catching a slug/One day I’m in the park Mickey crept up/”Bus man, how you doing fam? Can we talk?”/I said spit, he said “where to start?/I had to pimp that B*tch/Beautiful, problems at home no money, no friends and Sh*t/Fell in love with me/I’m broke, said for you Mick I’ll sell my Sh*t/My head started ringing off like bells and Sh*t/Doh started coming in I couldn't help that Sh*t/Go to 40 duce for more help and Sh*t/Now I got a flock of hoes closet full of clothes/Mouth full of gold heart full of cold/Only God can judge me/Look at my face dog, the truth is ugly!/I only chill with those few thugs who love me/Others hate but their fate is not to lovely/Bed Stuy!” He cried/”The life that I live so strife/The full life of this kid/Throat sliced another one shot in his rib/If I grow old you’ll be shocked if I did/I see it now/Mom going ballistic/Laying on the ground another statistic/Bus I’m twisted/My whole heart blistered/Pimp, thug, gangsta my mom wont kiss me/You know how they get them ole loyal Christians/Praying to the Lord but the God ain’t listening/I had a dream you can call it a vision/4 n!$%*s rode up on me and one of my B*tches Bus, my son was me/All the grimy Sh*t caught up with me/Took long enough for the grim reaper to catch me/For the grim reaper to catch me.”

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