Yellow Tape - Mark Battles, Forever M.C., King Los

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

As I recall

It’s just another day living in the hood

It’s just another day around the way

I’m feeling good today, ay

I’m feeling good today, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Okay, okay

I woke up out my bed

Then I yawned, stretched my legs

Brushed my teeth then I off 'bout my day in my head

Grabbed my shoes, ironed my shirt

Got my jeans, hit the door

Broke down the block

Rode past the spot where they getting dough

I see yellow tape, yellow tape, yellow tape

Bad decisions, bad decisions young fellows make

Keep your nose clean, open your eyes, it smell of snakes

Even though I’m vegan, I know the hood got hella stakes

I said: «Watch yourself, watch yourself, watch your health

Inspire yourself, rise up to your higher self

If you get off track, baby, come back

Remind yourself who you are

You a star;

re-align yourself!»

And get back, get back, get back

They jealous of you, click clack, click clack

I’m too much of a leader to sit back

And just gossip about God, fuck chit chat

We need action now, action now, action now

We need love and education, pass it down

And I’m the best thus far, ask around

Running marathons, I probably done passed your town

I’m an asteroid from outer space, I crashed the ground

And made history, no mystery, they asking now

Uh, the wise, the greater

Did I make an impact?

I say: «Bitch, look at the size of that crater!»

Go

They tell me: «Wait for it», but I been waiting all day for it

It’s our time and they know it, it’s a great moment

Gon' make 'em wait on it

You know I learn the rules, some 16's and 30 tunes

Yeah, these words could bruise

Big dreams, Curry moves

Shooting vertical

Can’t scream 'bout pearly Jews 'cause they hurting too

We gotta work it through

He said: «Hello mister, can I please just get your picture?

I been fucking wit’cha so long, I can’t remember

Plus you know my sister, way back ya’ll went to dinner

You probably don’t remember» — but I do

I can’t control all the hoes that I know

Please forgive me for my language, I’m exposing my truth

Open my eyes but it’s closing my view

Are you inspired by the tires when I’m rolling by you?

We so damn materialistic

He ain’t talking money?

I don’t listen to his shit

Young fly nigga, dick stain to her lipstick

Poppa wasn’t home and it made me a misfit

Crazy and distant but maybe my wishes

Could probably come true soon

They said: «In one blue moon»

But a nigga 'bout to cook, I hope you brung new spoons

Juggernaut the way I jump through rooms

23 hour grind, going one through noon

Man that shit don’t ever stop

And we forever hot, we ain’t ever punching clocks

It’s Battles