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letra de change (instrumental) - shadez of brooklyn

shadez of brooklyn (ft. reverend al, tee black, chocolate tye, and rambo) – “change”
[emcee(s): reverend al, tee black, chocolate tye, and rambo]
[producer(s): mr. walt]
[scratches: mr. walt]
[keyboards: tone the backbone]
[vocals: [?]]
[sample 1 (piano): ahmad jamal trio – “the awakening”]
[sample 2 (electric guitar): the jimi hendrix experience – “voodoo child (slight return)”]
[sample 3 (whistle): spoonie gee – “spooning rap”]

[hook 1: samples with scratches by mr. walt]
“yo, stop fronting and use your head” – sample from just-ice – “latoya” (x3)

[verse 1: reverend al]
at the end of
1974, when daddy dukes went raw, the chosen
sperm, through exploring, reached the egg for sure. a child
through the birth c-n-l on a nine-month trial. released
on this wild earth, my generation hit worst, with my
development arrested by the government, younger n-gga
struggling, living life got me wondering
new sh-t i’m discovering. yo, son, i can’t sleep
situation so deep, my n-ggas drowning in the streets. another
rapist’ll stalk and younger murderers walk. they got sh-t
locked in a fort, a buck fif’ if he talks
verbalizing hard times, finding ways to recline
dedicated to the rhyme, brought you shadez genuine
i survived hard times, prime time as i rewind
my thoughts and reminisce, sipping olde e. quarts
rest in peace to my peeps who died up in the streets
f-ck halloween treats ‘cause ain’t sh-t sweet

[hook 2: [?]]
change (change), my life has changed
change (change), and i will never be the same
change (change), my life has changed
change (change), and i will never be the same

[verse 2: tee black]
growing up on these
brooklyn streets, it was hard for black tee to make
these motherf-cking ends meet. the first store that closed
up got stuck, and if you didn’t give me your cash
i’d put one in somebody’s gut. i ran buckwild
through these streets with this crew of individuals, committing
crimes well-performed like a ritual until
one date, my moms tried to send me upstate to job corps
i didn’t know what the f-ck for, so i
pulled out my files and called up the n-gga al
“what’s the deal, son? it’s been a f-cking long while”
he said, “yo, black tee, i had this dream about this cream
i’m going all-out for mines by any f-cking means”
we grabbed our pen and pads and wrote about this world
going mad and how times was getting real bad
but what we need to do is connect with
them other two, and make that dream you had come true

[verse 3: chocolate tye]
i’m out the front door, don’t wanna deal with this bullsh-t
no more—what for? i’m ready to throw this heart on the floor
back in the days, yo, tye had it all: women
on call, s-x and all, summer, winter, spring, and the fall
then my moms broke out to get away from ny
no doubt, then i settled down, made one girl a spouse
should of known couldn’t replace moms, my heart
rang the alarm, situation was the bomb
i roamed the streets, started smoking weed
drinking heine’s, tapping hinies, writing words to rich’s beats, became
an everyday struggler, stereotyped a hustler
constant b-gg-r, resided with my father frequently, talked with
my mother. reactions crazy. revenge thoughts? maybe
asking, “what am i doing here?” someone come save me
‘cause i feel i got no purpose, stability
no surface—just different type moves with an att-tude
but nervous, and no one is here to maintain my mind
frame. now i’m doing sh-t i never did before

[hook 2: [?]]
change (change), my life has changed
change (change), and i will never be the same
change (change), the world has changed
change (change), and it will never be the same

[verse 4: rambo]
brought up on greene and patch, you never had no ash
and, every day, i find myself in the same old fashion
saddened, my same f-cking pumas and lees
tore up at the knees—that would always squeeze
my buns. i have no funds, i’m young and dumb
left school at three o’clock to face an eviction
in tears, as it appears my crib for years
has just been rented to the landlord kids
no rhythm ‘cause my rent grows rather rash
surp-ssed third-cl-ss, quick to stash when the photo flashed
in contrast, i was labeled as an outcast
afraid to telecast ‘cause chicks’ll tell me kiss their -sses
low self-esteem, but mom duke kept me clean
suede fronts, spalding, payday’s “a madman dream”
shantell, my princess, she will live to be a queen
and as the moon beam, me and my team will be counting cream

[hook 2: [?]]
change (change), my life has changed
change (change), and i will never be the same
change (change), the world has changed
change (change), and it will never be the same
change (change), you should make a change
change (change), and you must never be the same
change (change), evil dee has changed
change (change), and he will never be the same
change (change), beatminerz changed
change (change), and it will never be the same
change (change), mr. walt has changed
change (change), and it will never be the same
change (change), rhythmic shadez has changed
change (change), and it will never be the same

[hook 1: samples with scratches by mr. walt]
“yo, stop fronting and use your head” – sample from just-ice – “latoya” (x5)

- shadez of brooklyn

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