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letra de a charmed life - dj jazzy jeff

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manhattan south bend albany brooklyn – where you coming from?

africa port-au-prince knoxville anvan

manhattan south bend albany brooklyn – where you coming from?

africa port-au-prince knoxville anvan

manhattan south bend albany brooklyn – where you coming from?

africa port-au-prince knoxville anvan

manhattan south bend albany brooklyn – where you coming from?

africa port-au-prince knoxville anvan

manhattan south bend albany brooklyn – where you coming from?

africa port-au-prince knoxville anvan

manhattan south bend albany brooklyn – where you coming from?

(fading in)

brooklyn, new york to wherever you at

this is autobiographical taking you back

i live a charmed life

we going back in the years

imagining if my whole world what

where you coming from

brooklyn, new york to wherever you at

this is autobiographical taking you back

i live a charmed life

we going back in the years

imagine if my whole world

i been around the sun twenty-five times

and i still find new ways to recognize shine

its like light gets better with age

the way a song sounds better on stage

and rhyme books get better with each page

what before the first bar was written

a first verse was spittin

before label execs was bullsh-ttin

way back when aunty leann aunt mimi and aunt jackie was babysitting

before food was bitten, consumed through a nipple

i’m talking about when times were simple

to make a long story short it goes

port-au-prince knoxville anvan love and the city that never sleeps

from thought to finish i was born just a couple of weeks late

stayed home longer just to make sure everything was on straight

all systems go cut the umbilical cord

from old earth to new earth manhattan to turf

for what its worth my mum held me down one deep

pops was absentee but minds you don’t sleep

it took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read

by the time i went to school i was in high speed

ready willing and able jackie taught me how to add with

dried up black eyed peas on the kitchen table

and coming home to a mothers love and good care

never wanted it was always enough

but when it came to education its like she had one rule

theres no such thing as too much school

not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then

every summer i was out in south ben

grandpops a bartender at a country club

me and my cousins from grand rapid was living it up

me and granny watching ??? football golden blue

she said you cant beat the team and them b’s too

some say i got my sense of humour from her

and i learned patience from making models in the bas-m-nt

brookyn, new york to wherever you at

this is autobiographical taking you back

with no time for refrains i barely got enough time to explain

how hip hop captivated my brain

my mama raised me on soul and beethoven

sports clubs from private school put me up on soft rock

that was cool but i left z100 and wglj

to find bliss with real s and kiss

video music rocks showed my what time it is

wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked

making pause mix demos with my main man mark

playing ball in the park, there was other heads too

i was the herb of the crew, then i learned what to do

got my way from school started battling fools

g nice my friendly rival at the lunch table

he started spark at a dark with damian and i date

i was down for a bit but that was just a dj

starting spinning in the pjs with satcho and them

back and forth from the tables to the pad and the pen

then i had to do a bit upstate but wait

i wasn’t incarcerated but college educated

as soon the albany i was a full time student part time emcee

at the time raw shack was the place to be

living on judge clark

started building with gods

16 man squad

by the time knowledge was 120 we was just 5 deep

i went from mekka to albany a student and landed in medina as a teacher

i had this rhyme reacher

we recognised what whats happening

i’m making records and i’m winning

but that’s another story and it’s only the beginning

brooklyn, new york to wherever you at

this is autobiographical taking you back

not my whole entire life but just a slice of the pie

a few pieces of the who what when wheres and whys

- dj jazzy jeff

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