Sta-B - Klinical lyrics

[Pele RR] It was Two Thousand and Eight Christmas Day To be exact When I sat down wit my pops to an empty plate and a old Hype Magazine Knew right then what it had to be Knew right then what he'd ask of me Would this Hip Hop really pop could we really stop goin hungry off of one beat? If this sh**'s hot an it really knocks then I can get a couple G's off of one beat Houw, Ok he said well then my son you lead the way We was goin in and out of court beleaguered every day Mission creep, Mission creep We was fatigued in every way All Day, All Day f** what anybody say Tote dat AK 74 in green fatigues in broad day All Day, All Day Ask dat n***a what he paid I was tryna make dis music but a movement was in sway I'm a rebel, I'm a militant Heavy on dat k**a sh** Got a couple gats for the rats and the squeelin pigs Papa lived a straight life, Mama told me pray at night But it's the ANC that got me thinkin I should take life Slow down?? Na they'll never see brake lights in the late night long as a n***a hate life 2 J's roll 'em up we gettin Baked Twice Sippin Jameson and Sprite what my success tastes like! [Hook: B.O.N.G] Music from the soul This is all I know Ohh, from the City of Gold Music from the soul This is all I know oh oh oh