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

Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges 

Against certain members working in an industry 

That reaches into every household in the country 

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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 [Incomprehensible] 

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 

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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 star ski, the masters of ceremony 

Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin' property 

Five a.m. it was the S and S 

A hundred and forty-fifth street, down on Lennox 

Star child made all the hoes squeal 

For a dollar crack heads 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 

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Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete? 

Yo the hoods is in Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx 

Money-makin' strong island 

Yo can't forget Newark New Jersey 

Philly, D.C 

From Detroit to mobile Alabama 

Memphis Tennesse Cleveland 

Yo, money-makin' Miami, Chicago 

East St. Louis got crazy hoods 

Oakland Compton watts wearin' the hoods 

Yo true indeed, Louisville 

Boostin' Houston got crazy hoods 

New Orleans, Seattle 

North Carolina cannot forget about Atlanta 

Shock master [Incomprehensible] got crazy hoods 

Listenin' to his program 

And the hoods are holdin' their joint and they're out 

True indeed, see-ya