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K'Naan

Abc's

 

Abc's

(Album: Troubadour - 2009)


Bundle up my whole style is so cold
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no front in the vocal
Your flow got no button its so old

I don't mean to sound like a showboat
But it's true my persona's no joke
I stepped into some kinda portal
I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble

I'm from the most risky zone oh
No place is more shifty global
More pistols, Russian revolvers
We shooting all that is normal

But it ain't just because we want to
We ain't got nowhere we can run to
Somebody please press the undo
They only teach us the things that guns do

[Chorus]
They don't teach us the ABCs
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
[repeat]

[Chubb Rock]
Rock, you know my era
B-boy seasoning, salt and pepa
Grown and sexy, come with the extra
Crushed up linen, fly like sess-a
This type brew I gave it birth
Now it's time again to give it a verse
Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja
Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia
And it goes in the background
Playa, that is my sound
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
Pioneer legend, and they call me Mr. Rock
No B word or N word, I don't need those words (no)
Respect for hers
The game dried up, so we come with the grease
Leading ya right and treating ya right, so peace

[Chorus]
They don't teach us the ABCs
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
[repeat]

Superman is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
Attitude that came outta struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful

You real, but my real is tenfold
My real'll make yours a rental
Gangsta if at ease, essential
Fight with guns or utensils

So bold nothin's confidential
Breakfast was not continental
And lunch could not compliment all
We still become competent souls

These streets ain't paved with no gold
Matter fact someone stole the light bulb
Nobody fat enough for lypo
They don't teach us to read and write, so...

[Chorus]
They don't teach us the ABCs
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
[repeat]

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