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Tales From The Crack Side
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Tales From The Crack Side
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Tales From The Crack Side
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I woke up in the morning, on a regular day
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I knew my man named R, would be around my way
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I brushed my hair, my teeth, suddenly I washed my face
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Then he came over my house with the drug base
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He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe
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I write records to rhyme before the rest of the night
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I said, "R, I don't do drugs, or drugs are whack"
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And ain't that base drug like a drug, CRACK
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He said no Solo, see base is the shit
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Girls puff of base, and everybody does it
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He left off quick and left me the base and the pipe
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And I thought I write a record a rhyme, before I reach night
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I said if that's true, but any case
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I couldn't wait to write my record after I smoke the base
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He left the crib, I heard the telephone
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It was my mom telling to watch my sister 'till she gets home
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I hung up the phone, with no time to waste
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I put my sister in the kitchen so I could smoke the base
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It had a funny taste but it didn't taste bad I felt hot
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That's when I got my pen and pad
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I wrote a rhyme it was funky
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I broke in a race
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'Cause the rhy that I wrote, tried to run off my page
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I said, "Stop rhyme"
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Then I grabbbed the rhyme and cut the rhyme
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That I've seen running in my sight
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I got a mind was happy when I thought the rhyme was dead
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Some leaf swong and caught me square on the head
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I fell on my floor and
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The rhyme grabbed the knife
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And cut my little sister
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I thought it took her life
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She fell on the floor, blood covered the rug
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The rhyme was left and to my surprise I knew something was bugged
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I got on the phone to call the cops, "what should I do?"
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You'd did the same thing if you was in my shoes
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As I started talking I seen the rhyme run by
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And hit me with a can of ravioli in my eye
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I fell on the floor look and when my vision cleared
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I looked around the house and see the rhyme disappeared
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I started to cry I said, "Oh, what would my mom say?"
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That's when I heard a cop pulled up into the driveway
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She came in the house she took a look at the place
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See my sister still bleeding the knife and the base
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She said, "You cut your sister while you were smoking that shit"
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I said, "Mom, I didn't cut 'er, the rhyme did it"
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I knew this was the truth, mom thought it was a lie
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Some of y'll might even think it's just a Tale From The Crack Side
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A Tale From The Crack Side
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A Tale From The Crack Side
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Mom was crying, she ran in shocked
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Got on the phone, and then she started crying to the cops
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So I ran out the door, and I looked for
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The rhyme that cut my sister, who bled on my floor
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I got in the yard, went out ran out in the street
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I had to duck behind some trees 'cause I seen the police
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When they ran in my house and shut up the block
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I see my girl far coming to my house, and my jaw dropped
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I said, "Baby stop," but yo she kept on walking
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I knew pretty soon, the cops would be hawking
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I never knew the trouble I was really headed for
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'Till the rhyme appeared again dressed in Santa Claus
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He said, "Ho Ho Ho baby you look great"
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And told me dead on my face my girl was gonna get raped
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Me watching this whole thing it was blowing my mind
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'Cause my girl was getting raped by this musical rhyme
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He was sliding in fast my girl cried for help
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I grabbed a stick, you know and Solo went for self
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I hit the rhyme in the head and seen him drop
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But hen the rhyme disappeared and all I seen was cops
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They were coming for me fast I couldn't escape
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Besides my girl was on the ground butt-naked yelling and raped
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One cop gave 'er a coat and said "M.s are you alright?"
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Another cop said that's the kid that cut his sister with the knife
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I told them my name, I tried to explain
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They heard the side of my story
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They said "Boy you insane" you raped this girl too
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Come on and just admit it
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I said, "Man, I didn't rape 'her, the rhyme did it"
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I knew this was the truth but cops thought it was a lie
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Some of y'll might even think it just a Tale From The Crack Side
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A Tale From The Crack Side
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A Tale From The Crack Side
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A Tale From The Crack Side
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The cops tried to catch me, so I ran like hell
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I needed someone to talk to, someone to tell
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'Cause all these things were happening they where blowing my mind
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See, I knew I didn't do this, I knew it was a rhyme
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But who would believe me in any high state of mind
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If they ask me who did it, and I say it was a rhyme
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The cops didn't buy it, this is why I 'm being chased
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Then my mom told the cops that I was high, on base
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I'm running I'm sweating
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I suddenly knew that I had to get the piece out as fast as I can, so
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I shoot up this corner, run up another block
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Looked over my shoulders, and seen I lost the cops, then
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I ran to his door, bang like a ring or two
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He said "Solo, hey man the cops are looking for you"
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I said, "Thanks to you the base and that pipe"
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"I wrote a rhyme high last night and the rhyme came alive"
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He started to laugh, said "Yeah right!"
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I said, "It raped my girl on the block, and cut my sister with a knife"
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He started laughing, he thought it was a joke
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He said, "Yo Solo you had a little too much to smoke"
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I grabbed him in the jaw, we started fighting on the floor
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Suddenly that's when I heard someone that was coming from the door
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To conclusion, enter my mind, I said
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"Could it be the cops, or the rhyme"
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But before when I told 'em my man pay me no mind
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And when the door opened up, it came the rhyme
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With a hammer in his hand he tried to hit me in the head
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I ducked, but the hammer hit P instead
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I started braeking then, I said this must be a nightmare
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He was screaming on the floor and there was blood everywhere
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I got on the phone, called the cops
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She went into shock
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And when I hung up the phone, cops was on the block
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I stuck my head out the door, said, "Help me the rhyme is in here"
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But then he dropped the hammer, again he disappeared
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The cops kept asking me how did he get hit
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I kept trying to tell the cops "Yo, the rhyme did it"
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They didnt' buy it, they said "Boy you're bug"
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"You can save that rhyme story, for the lawyer or the judge"
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I get there the D.A. and judge still wouldn't listen
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They gave me fifteen to twenty-five years in prision
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They take me somewhere, far state
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For attempted murder, assault too and rape
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My family won't talk to me, my friends wont' see me
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My girl now hates me, and she don't wanna marry me
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'Cause when this all dawned on me
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It wasn't a rhyme it was just base technique
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So I tell kids and adults in this place
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This could happen to y'll if y'll smoke crack or base
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So do yourself a favor stay away from this
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Or you'll be in jail like I was yelling the rhyme did it
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No one will believe you, they'll think you're telling a lie
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And your life will become another, Tale From The Crack Side
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Tale From The Crack Side
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Tale From The Crack Side
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Tale From The Crack Side
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PMD, word up
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Tom J, I'm out
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Tales From the Crack Side
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| K-Solo |
