[Produced by Sully Sefil]
[Chorus: samples of Keith Murray & Method Man]
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
[Verse 1: Kool Shen]
I'll tell you what I like: smoking on spliffs
And then creating competitive riffs
To make music all while preserving my ethics
Making bank without tarnishing the image of my clique
It's crazy but it's like that, I feed off it
I need it, my equilibrium depends on it
I'm on the mic, man, and I love it
I love when it goes "Pow!" When it comes from deep down and when it's not
Polished, refined, too much sophistication is a sin
I'd rather seek the truth without cheating
Without ever betraying my principles
And then maintain my role, hold down the block, stay in pole position
Uncomfortable, but that's okay, I like the challenge
Wearing the jersey bearing the marks of those who disapprove
Is an honor for me as it is for all my accomplices
My partners, my associates, tired of this farce
We don't wanna submit and keep playing the henchmen no more
Know that what I aspire to is just that my people breathe
[Chorus: samples of Keith Murray & Method Man]
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
[Verse 2: Kool Shen]
Apart from smoking spliffs, my first love was chilling
Staying relaxed with my people, letting myself go
Shooting the shit, talking just to talk
Changing the world with our oddball ideas
We're all madmen trapped in stairwells
Taken hostage by the those raised on stairway landings
And in the long run, man, I swear all that weighs on you
'96, I still see glowing embers
In the tired eyes of kids from the block
Pass, pass the mic so I can develop my contaminated ideas
It's true, I'm tormented but determined
To never give up, what can you do?
I'm not here to take hits or even stay silent
If the FN brandishes its flame, I'm here to put it out, that's a given
No strokes of genius, just lyrics that gush out
Of my mind, dedicated to my posse
[Chorus: samples of Keith Murray & Method Man]
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
[Verse 3: Kool Shen]
Creating is my only excuse for growing old
If I don't feel the people around me, fuck
It's a guaranteed shipwreck, it's true, I only feel reassured
In the presence of those I love, I wanna be sure
That all I spit is certified
Even if I got nothing to prove, I want all my guys to be able to relate
I wanna be able to keep them near me
Watch over them 12 months a year like my parents did for me
'Cause afterwards, it's too late
No need to understand that we loved them, once they're gone
Well, you just wanna cry or you don't even know
In that case, I can't do anything for you
I don't have the key to happiness, I've never even risen to the occasion
For these kinds of things, but today, I'm afraid
'Cause the clock's run out
[Chorus: samples of Keith Murray & Method Man]
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"
"I make music for my peoples"
"'Cause that's my people"