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MISTER and MIC PHELPS - "Old Town"

from The Ooze, available at http://mister.bandcamp.com dir: Tony Katai http://kataitv.com Growin' up in the Yak? I was blowin' reggies Me, Heem & Mike -- Mike had the new Chevy Heem had the van, I was in the Honda I worked at the Palace, I lived with my momma Eesha like the Lakers, Heem fuck w/ Kobe My nigga was T-Mac, no one liked Ginobli I felt like the mack -- yeah, the macaroni Now I got my SESAC, corporate don't control me I come from the Yak, where I lost my homies And they won't be back, that burns a hole below me Prisons filled with younger men, who'll never be young again Cops shot a thug again, another plot is dug again We are refugees, who dress like kings And talk like jesters and die from greed Basketballs bounce like deadbeats Bloods with red sheets I feel like I'm dead meat, I can't stay off this red meat Du it used to mean so much to me.. Touching down in my old town Where I grew up, introduced to the buddha Spending most of the moolah on halluci- nogenics, after first love turned into first one I made a muse of It's where I started piecing this together from leaflets Not vibing with the lessons, rhymes be the obsession Lunchtime, pavilion sessions and my, peers they be tripping All kinds of pills are sniffed alongside ignorant shit I Partook in too much, got to imagine growth was stunted But you couldn't tell me shit, especially when when I was blunted And I could never understand Why you shouldn't fit 9 bodies in a standard sedan 3 in front, 4 in back, 2 in the trunk Trunk double as a clam bake, nugs and bag shake The routine was poutine, gravy But peep it: I've been calling it my old town for a reason..