The Garden

You ain't lookin in the mouth of madness Kid your facin it Put your game face on and start embracin it I'm from the streets that first started all that hatin shit And niggas used to spell ghetto with the "h" in it You see the innocent children from tenament buildings Get that menacin feelin, but when it's revealed A 16's just an enterprise you pretend to ride It seems it's been applied, it's a snoop genocide Niggas ain't showin that they skills is there Niggas ain't tryna build careers When them guns start to bust and you ain't real prepared Now your rhymes just a souvenir, from a killed career Understand I do a lot of renovating myself Kane ain't never been known for limits breaking my "self" Club shit and thug shit, innovatin myself But you'll never catch the God incriminating my "self" F'real Chorus: In The Garden of Hip Hop always stay true And always remember just what a snake do Watch those around you cuz they'll be fake too And never let the game make you Most of all In The Garden of Hip Hop stay in circle There's a lot to see beneath where the dirt is Dig a little deeper to scratch the surface Maybe then you'll understand your purpose Now reflecting on the game kid I have to say Much love to the one Jam Master Jay A loss that hit the world of hip hop like John Lennon Chapter out of life that prevailed the wrong inning Still from the Notorious, hearts are shooken The streets started lookin like we missing part of Brooklyn A disappointing flavor that we taste before But a spots been secured for the late Shakur The pain was severe when we lost Aaliyah We try to get by, then turn around and lost Left Eye We even see how fatal diseases be Snatchin playaz like Eazy-E, easily Respect to Freaky Tah, Big L and Big Pun The big one, who left the Terror Squad forever scarred Your lifestyle and your musical gift, in the hearts of many You will truly be missed F'real [Chorus] I never claimed to be the kid slingin rocks for Ex Never claimed to be the kid that be poppin the teks But if you look it's like my name got stock in the jets That ain't my style though, I simply not wish to flex But if you want we can sit and talk dollars and checks And good investments, and what follows it next You sittin there lookin brolic and vexed Tryna screwface dudes, I'm tryna facescrew the opposite sex Take a glass of the Remy, start with the Ex I never had patron but shit I'll take a shot of it next Life is beautiful Jeff, for real man Trying to tell you Ohhh Jazzy Jeff [Chorus]