Ghetto Youth - Freestyle Fellowship

Ghetto youth, what a struggle was the proof

Ghetto youth youth youth

Self Jupiter

While your was in your pro keds

Playing hide go get it, spin the bottle

Me and my niggas were pushing mo-peds

And yanking back the throttle

Before I learned the art

I was selling go-karts and bike parts, yep

Young arnett, a.k.a aristotle

The biggest and most colourfulness marble

The wittiest and the host

Instigating all the squabbles

I grew with all the rockwilers, scholars and shot callers

Peep, 48−08 arkan?

street

Honestly ain’t nobody been represtenting as long as me

I sing a sad song

For all my real niggas rest in peace

All ghetto youth hold tight your time will come

Aceyalone

I started out against the odds

Live and stereo

Type just a ghetto youth eating cereal

A good kid with potentual

College material

Gave it up to the be the mic

Grand imperial

Here we go another freestyle fellow adventure

How bout' another rendezvous for the inventors

The party’s maybe hard to find

But well worth it

You know we got all the flavors to make it perfect

My people always try to tell me

We should comercialize, realize, socialize

So you can optimize

I try to tell em'

We run our own enterprize

We keep it wise not like though’s other guys

All factory more than satisfactory

The underground is backing me

Suckers is hacking me

But i still keep it all in perspective

Acceptic eclectric

Respect my collective

All ghetto youth hold tight your time will come

Myka 9

My daddy was a jazzy pimp about alabama

But he could of had a bit of trinidadian up in his grammer

And my momma had a gypsy type wisconsin slang

I was concieved after a swanson tv dinner

Couple amphetamines

3 reals of snow

Dark strong liqour

Winston lights

I grew up with the name mike

I would’ve taken flight under the kids that call me white

My foster parents

Were molly and dudley slaughter?

My old dad and old erb?

had to get restraining orders

When I turned 9 I moved in with elaine

Nobody in my family has my last name

I used to fight with my teachers

Run from the church and the preachers

Smoking the reefer with skeezers

Under over my junior high school bleachers

Having amatuer sex with dorsey high cheerleaders

Killer cali b-boy and radio

Trying adidas

My productive enviroment

Oops, over achievers

I have knowledge of self

And I still believe in jesus

All ghetto youth hold tight your time will come