I roll with a homie who’s last name is U Ridin in his bronco down whyte Avenue
We be ballin looking for adventure
Smokin the chiba and feelin the cure
Worked hard all week now it’s time to play
Bumpin them tracks, boy that’s the way
Just wantin to have fun and play all day
Hittin the club dancin the night away
End of the night we’d have some sessions
Talk bout shit sharing life’s lessons
We’d met Mr. Giggles many times
Sat around and laughed at all his rhymes
One night Giggles to us to the homeland
Like passin the glass into wonderland
Giggles said I know this Capo that want’s to see ya
And that was the night we met Don Guiguilia
Chua Loco that shit was tight
Let me tell you boy that herb was outta sight
For the first time I got my fill
I felt like the fourth spic part Cypress Hill
That night a bond was created
We weren’t three brotha’s that had been sedated
But instead we were settin fires
3 comrades down like four flat tires
Ready to hold it down for one another
Ready to lay down our lives for each other.
My brother my hommie and me
In the end it’s all about the three
Forged to be tight like the trinity
Never makin’ a move unless we’d all agree X2
We ain’t bad motha fucka’s
We just playin those status quo sucka’s
Who thought they down cause of a Che T-shirt
But weren’t willin to put their hands in the dirt
But some nights we’d hold down for the hood
Representin for all the brotha’s from Mill Woods
One night at a hall party in September
Shit went down and I’ll always remember
I swear that gringo was six foot four
But I had to introduce his head to his truck door
That cracker threatened my hommies Pop
That shit ain’t right so he had to drop
My hommie fucked up his face pop, pop, pop
He was in a rage I didn’t know if he’d stop
Then that cracker jumped into his truck
And all the hommies said what the fuck
Shit was flyin’ each and every way
Before those crackers managed to get away
That night went down in our hoods history
You can’t mess with us we won’t let you be
Cause we comrades not afraid of the fight
Or to stand up for what we know is right
Whether it’s one battle or the whole fuckin war
We’re prepared to fight our way to the shore
And storm that bullet filled beach
Like soldiers at Normandy within hells reach
My brother my hommie and me
In the end it’s all about the three
Forged to be tight like the trinity
Never makin’ a move unless we’d all agree X2
This last verse is dedicated to my bro
Who fights at my side and helps my soul grow
Since we were young he’s looked up to me
But then he became a man and he made me see
I’m not the only old school G
To throw it down
Explicitly defining the common noun
Building a culture of true resistance
With impeccable persistence
Willing to go the distance
With or without my assistance
An attack on my brotha is an attack on me
So don’t wonder when we leave you in the debris
of a fallin tower of a super power whose time has come
that others begin to shy away from
because they know that the revolution is here
lookin to the future like a aeronautical engineer
designin them stealth bombas that go under the radar
pouncing on a victim like they a jaguar
so when shit starts to go down
you know who you’ll see
My brother, my hommie and me.
To all my Emcee brothas and sistas just wanted to turn you on to this great DVD that I came across about a couple of weeks ago. The documentary highlights the origin of freestyle straight out the streets of the NYC and features dope Emcees like SuperNatural, Mos Def and many many others. If you check the additional scenes you'll even find Immortal Technique kickin some revolutionary rhymes straight off the street.
