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Hiding Place (Explicit Version)

Little Brother12 Sep 2005

Hiding Place (Explicit Version) Lyrics

Hiding Place (避难所) (Explicit Version) - Little Brother

Where you gonna hide

 

Rapper

 

Where you gonna hide

Dilla Dog

Jay Dee

 

Where you gonna hide

Phonte

 

Another little brother presentation

 

Sending this out across the nation

 

I'm a hell of a problem

Nobody has the answer

Pooh be spreading out

Like a body of cancer

My stanza

Get it going like a car

Usher in the new era

Like this y'all

I'm raw strip down

No minerals

A distilled emcee

No chemicals

No subliminals

A smooth criminal before the R**e charge

I

Shake and bake

Bring terror to your squad

My

Peers ferocious

I'm so focusing

I pray to God that the world knows this

No one exposes flaws in your scheme dog

Me and Dilla go hard

My Lord

You don't want know problems

 

I'm a ni**a that'll solve 'em

 

Without a doubt

Ya

I'm in the booth

Cold knocking niggaz out

Tell my tales by word of mouth

Ya

You know me

 

When the sun goes down

And the lights in the city get low

Where you gonna hide

When your peeps ain't around

And there ain't no place to go

Where you gonna hide

When the hood starts watching

And the boys got they eye on your safe

Where you gonna hide

Ain't nowhere to run

And there ain't no hiding place

Don't compare me to jokes

I'll strangle the air in your throat

Like you jump from a chair and choke

In mid-air from a rope

Got a big gun and carry a scope

The flair of the smoke

Keep niggaz quiet like words that librarians spoke

I'm arrogant

Outlandish

Blow your face out

And shake out the dandruff

The jakes won't make out the handprints

 

I'm as real as it gets

With the steel and the clips

Bark and make niggaz duck

And kneel and do splits

It gets no realer than this

It's Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive sh*t

This should have been a double album

Commemorative disc

Cause hip-hop might need us

And in your town

No telling where you might see us

My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters

Out

Doing their damn thing like beavers

Yo

It's P to the H-O

I finish the job

Plus my Dominican Broad

Making me chili con caso

Work and plan a perfect verse

Then burst like a person

That jerked from a circus cannon

Then landed to the earth

It's me on the song

Featured your fleet

Breathing is strong

It's a gypsy reading a palm

With a drawn heater

Never gone of the wrong reefer

A bong chief

Of the don ballest

As long as the bronze is bronze sneakers

Got ways of a thuggie

Thinking I won't come and get you

Dressed like a gun with pistols

And AK's in a bundle

And Tay is blazing it lovely

Cause I'm one with the game

So I sat back

Chilled

Dropped Foreign Exchange

And a lot of rap niggaz got lost

Heard Phontigga carrying tunes

And assumed he don got soft

They didn't understand it was my next direction

So I'm playing postman and addressing questions

Like

Yes I'm still a LB

No I'm not leaving

No I don't eat meat

But yes I'm still beefing

But all these wack niggaz putting records out

This is all live ni**a

Check it out

Lb

S bill a fam on a mission

And I ain't worried

About people biting Minstrel Show

They still teething on "The Listening"

Where you gonna hide

When the sun goes down

And the lights in the city get low

Where you gonna hide

When your peeps ain't around

And there ain't no place to go

Where you gonna hide

When the hood starts watching

And the boys got they eyes on your safe

Where you gonna hide

Ain't nowhere to run

And there ain't no hiding place

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***