Portrait Of The Artist As A Hood Lyrics by 3rd Bass

Portrait Of The Artist As A Hood Lyrics

    Today i'm prepared to bring specific charges
    Against certain members working in an industry
    That reaches into every household in the country

    [pete nice]
    Hoods is up so skills is up
    It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
    So such bust material cerebral
    I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin cepacol
    Daddy-o slipped me some cause my breath stank
    White gold, but no accounts in swiss banks
    Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
    I used to meet your moms between the sheets
    Universe is versus hoods prospectus
    True flam, flammin words on wax discus
    So they dismiss this as vulgarity
    And once laughed and pointed at the university
    Some perk without skills and push a pen
    I send surreal scenes where you never been
    Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out
    Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
    Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your ass
    Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
    I seen your skins like to go to the motels
    But your ass won't know to the hotels
    Cause a lip is zipped, i paint pictures
    A portrait, a self far from ??
    My discussion of impression ain't ignorance
    So don't label the hoods on appearances
    You never thought that a gangsta could talk sense
    But this artifice flipped, your beans is spent
    Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out
    The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up

    [mc serch]
    Portrait planned it back in the days
    Young strays, posted at the l.q. on friday's
    Waitin for dice to give the go ahead
    Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
    For a herringbone hear the tune of the audio two
    Milk was chillin as i chilled in the back room
    Listen to snaps, cuts by scoob and scrap
    Union square, to tear up the krs tracks
    Torn up by the kent, the clark dark
    As the brothers try to spark
    We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
    Three a.m. and it was off to the rooftop
    Hip-hop starski, the masters of ceremony
    Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin property
    Five a.m. it was the s&s
    A hundred and forty-fifth street, down on lennox
    Starchild made all the hoes squeal
    For a dollar crackheads armor-alled your wheels
    Whippin home in the sunshine, fun time
    But now you can't find
    Clubs like this that kept the music in the street
    And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat
    Yo, they're makin mills, but what about the hood?
    A parking lot, where the latin quarter stood!
    A landmark marked in the cranium
    But now i bring it back in front of packed stadiums
    Picture painted with the goals and the good
    The portrait of an artist as a hood

    [s] yo pete man, yo where the hoods at pete?
    [p] yo the hoods is in brooklyn, queens, bronx
    Money-makin strong island
    [s] yo can't forget newark new jersey
    Philly, d.c.
    [p] from detroit to mobile alabama
    Memphis tennesse cleveland
    [s] yo, money-makin miami, chicago
    East st. louis got crazy hoods
    [p] oakland compton watts wearin the hoods
    [s] yo true indeed, louisville
    Boostin houston got crazy hoods
    [p] new orleans, seattle
    [s] north carolina cannot forget about atlanta
    Shockmaster ?? got crazy hoods
    Listenin to his program
    [p] and the hoods are holdin their joint
    And they're out
    [s] true indeed.. see-ya!

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