Aziatic

Aziatic - Fan Mail lyrics

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Baby bring that ashtray in here<br />

Aight<br />

And bring my mail it's on top of the counter<br />

Here baby<br />

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Check, what's this<br />

I don't know some mail came thru today<br />

Fishscale, professional, what's this about men lemme see what this about<br />

Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes<br />

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Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health<br />

As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt<br />

Sunk in a cell, Fishscale, fifth year of my bid<br />

Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids<br />

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It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms<br />

And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond<br />

Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address<br />

Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess<br />

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Faced with life, it bites when reality hit<br />

And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit<br />

Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking<br />

Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking<br />

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Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living<br />

But like me, most great men became god in prison<br />

Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life<br />

I was up in Cansaki, bitches started to fight<br />

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You touched souls to a lost population of men<br />

And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again<br />

Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back<br />

It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back<br />

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Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt<br />

You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact<br />

All the cars and the pretty women, condos<br />

The clothes and the city living<br />

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I seen division, breakdown of the population<br />

It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination<br />

Torn between reality rap and the fakes<br />

Some do it for the salary cap few relate<br />

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And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction<br />

So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin'<br />

That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit<br />

It departed the prison system we should argue a bit<br />

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It's a glimpse of what's to come<br />

The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle<br />

I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you<br />

It's beyond trying to enlight you<br />

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It's a token of appreciation<br />

For being that poet with no abbreviations<br />

Much respect from us all wish you much success<br />

Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off<br />

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And leave in the way that I greet and say peace<br />

Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga<br />

Word<br />

Gotta write homey back<br />

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Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there<br />

Got a few more<br />

You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man<br />

Alright, gimme a minute<br />

Okay, what's this one right here<br />

Oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this<br />

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AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan<br />

And since then to me you still a man<br />

A real card player rarely reveals his hand<br />

And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam<br />

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I sit and listen to your last edition, washing dishes in the kitchen<br />

Or twisting the baby dreads on little Christian<br />

It's so sickening his father we both miss him<br />

He was killed in a '99 car collision<br />

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I guess the best ones God get them the tar sniff 'em<br />

It's just the way it is in this bizarre system<br />

You remind me of his one concerning words when you speak<br />

You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech<br />

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At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep<br />

I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbing my peace<br />

My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap<br />

I hate it when them commentators say that you back<br />

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You never left you was always years ahead of the rest<br />

My baby-father even felt your style he say you was best<br />

How you dress how you move when you in the public<br />

Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it<br />

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Know that, that's right<br />

It's Bigboy, okay, okay

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