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Jacksonville History Show Video (MV)




Performed By: Yellow Steve
Length: 2:29
Written by: Alan Tutwiler




Yellow Steve - Jacksonville History Show Lyrics




I'm southbound from downtown to Town Center
This traffic's killing gas
But that's the way it is
Welcome to Jax, my nigga
Tell the truth and watch your step
Or be the latest case on the news
Another day, another body unfound
Stayed up round them parts, the chalk marked the hot ground
My neighbors had the block hot 'til SWAT had knocked the door down
Moved up out the way 'cause we afraid for our lives
New location, same anxious feeling
Shake when I drive
Left Paxon 'cause I couldn't stop sleeping in class
Turned 16, I'm absentee, I'm packing a geeb
I'm 19 still the same
It's no pain or no gain
From no propane stains
Cruise Atlantic with the Dutch in hand
My feet tied tandem while I'm dancing with these phantoms
And the panoramic view from purgatory on the camera
I stand slanted, stand out from the crowd
Don't stand a chance 'less I escape from this town
I still got love for my city
Equip the lift I been titan, been Midas, been Atlas with the grip
When I'm rich I gotta bench the whole planet and dip
Just had my spinach in spliff
Ostentatious on aux
And off wax i'm calm thoughtful
Not a sinister kid
I just sell rhymes like nickels
That's some despicable shit!
I mix salt within the Kool-Aid pitcher and made it bitter
Can't catch it like a 6-holed mitt
Wrists slit perpendicular
Drip hits the ground i'm quick to quip the swiffer
Swiftly switch the rhyme scheme
Iambic word rifle
Paid the pied piper to snipe ya
You asked Casper nicely to write ya
Player 2 choose ya firefighter
In dire need of a hydrant, nigga!
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I'm southbound from downtown to Town Center
This traffic's killing gas
But that's the way it is
Welcome to Jax, my nigga
Tell the truth and watch your step
Or be the latest case on the news
Another day, another body unfound
Stayed up round them parts, the chalk marked the hot ground
My neighbors had the block hot 'til SWAT had knocked the door down
Moved up out the way 'cause we afraid for our lives
New location, same anxious feeling
Shake when I drive
Left Paxon 'cause I couldn't stop sleeping in class
Turned 16, I'm absentee, I'm packing a geeb
I'm 19 still the same
It's no pain or no gain
From no propane stains
Cruise Atlantic with the Dutch in hand
My feet tied tandem while I'm dancing with these phantoms
And the panoramic view from purgatory on the camera
I stand slanted, stand out from the crowd
Don't stand a chance 'less I escape from this town
I still got love for my city
Equip the lift I been titan, been Midas, been Atlas with the grip
When I'm rich I gotta bench the whole planet and dip
Just had my spinach in spliff
Ostentatious on aux
And off wax i'm calm thoughtful
Not a sinister kid
I just sell rhymes like nickels
That's some despicable shit!
I mix salt within the Kool-Aid pitcher and made it bitter
Can't catch it like a 6-holed mitt
Wrists slit perpendicular
Drip hits the ground i'm quick to quip the swiffer
Swiftly switch the rhyme scheme
Iambic word rifle
Paid the pied piper to snipe ya
You asked Casper nicely to write ya
Player 2 choose ya firefighter
In dire need of a hydrant, nigga!
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Writer: Alan Tutwiler
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