DaVinci Parks' Lyrics

See

[Hook]
They don’t see
That hip-hop is bigger than them
These niggas is more concerned with whose remembering them
They don’t see
They just not doin’ it right
With all that bullshit why even pick up the mic
I can’t see
Why you proud that you sold crack
And if it’s all good why don’t you go back
We don’t see
There’s so much more at stake
We gotta take better choices with the music we make

[Verse 3: DaVinci Parks]
The only sides I’ll ever see involve the right and the wrong
So as long as there’s wrong I’ll write the right in my song
Our plight hasn’t changed due to various factors
Raped by the revolution I’m a civil rights bastard
Mastered modes of integration, lost relation to mine (my people)
Recordation of these times articulated in rhymes
I’m thinking logically and possibly, more than probably
A nigga in it’s truest sense is a self fulfilling prophecy
We’re all slave to something just in different degrees
But they gotta see the chains before they wanna get free
That’s why I don’t subscribe to this polarization
Both sides (democrats & republicans) watched us die while we built this nation
Reagan, Bush, & Jim Crow since the days of slaves
Sold us on auction blocks, sewed the natives in graves
Now it’s poor education, got us facing a war
These classist, fascist bastards waging war on the poor
It’s a new caste system, better listen and learn
It’s about your credit status and the money you earn
Yo, I’m Furious like Fishburne
El presidente, I treat you like my intern (put a lit cigar in ‘em)
Ringhal’ll make your skin burn, I spit venom
I’m taking shots at stars, I’m nice at bars
Similar to alcoholics ‘bout to crash their cars
By far, take a metaphor and run wit it
I’m just getting started when ya’ll are done wit it
Let that liquor talk to you and you can come get it
Kill your verse without words, herb I dumb wit it
Nobody does it better like I’m D.O.C.
So you better have my money like I’m ODB

[Hook]

The Big Picture

I hear these days you got a reason to smile
But get paid a little better if you choose to frown
What up fam, I can see you’re holdin’ it down
All the things people rent, I hear you ownin’ it now
Showin’ it how it should be, but brother could we
Represent ourselves with more than tims and hoodies
Find some subject matter outside of crack sales
Stop glorifying dying and over packed jails
Stop frontin’ for the masses, showin your asses
Ya’ll all slave niggas, you don’t even own your masters
Take a risk, switch and say some positive shit
And if you wanna lay with dogs, get a positive bitch
Break the nigga stigma, turn off the minstrel show
Perhaps take a page from Jay, we can all change clothes
Stop talkin’ ‘bout hoes, get yourself a down sister
Before it’s too late, hope he sees the big picture

[Hook]

Ran into this sister who was preachin’ the word
She was busy tellin’ me all the things that she heard
It was her pastors research, she ain’t do it herself
So I told her flat out, sis that’s bad for your health
Beware of these dudes who claim God prophecies
Cause fools can be tools used by Mephistopheles
The church can’t be your only walk with God
Sunday service ain’t the only time that life’s hard
You can pray in your car, you can pray on your job
Be it to Jehovah, God, Allah or Jah
If you make a resolve, ya’ll, God’ll test ya
See me singing “Jesus walks” in the city of Mecca (Huh?!)
No disrespect to your spiritual base
We worship the same God just in different ways
Different faiths hail God on different days
Make no mistake, it’s still whom to God you pray
So how we got Holy Wars where we can’t get along,
When the tenets of our faith deem that killing is wrong?
It’s not my job for me to sell you my philosophy
My primary function is for me to live properly
Tried to hit her with these thoughts but I think I missed her
Before it’s too late, hope she sees the big picture

[Hook]

All these wanna be playas, I’m Mark Price with mine (Live '95)
Emcee chivalry, they say I’m nice with rhymes
Easy living, hard times, never blind to the struggle
But still mic check through all the stress I juggle
Right mind, wrong hustle take the muzzle off this rap game
And snap on a nigga like I’m livin’ in a crap game
In the mystery of (life) it's the biggest who done it
A race judging style, It matters how you run it
Beyond teeth that’s fronted and hundred gold spokes
Is a growing divide between young and old folks
Paternal pessimists that claim there’s no hope
Coulda changed the world but them niggas don’t vote
Blowing clouds of smoke, and tossin’ back jack
Theorizing on why the youth act like that
And surmise most of the problems reside in rap
But the youth reflect their roots, can’t deny that fact
So I do this for the shorty who ain’t wanna have sex
But did because nobody taught her self- respect
And I rhyme for the genius that’s failing in school
But only does so ‘cause he thinks it’s cool
For all the women whose grandkids call ’em mama
(and) If they get locked it’s the usual drama
For all of God’s children that abuse the scriptures
Before it’s too late hope we see the big picture

Clearly

[Hook]
In these days and times the blind are leading the blind
I’m at home with my poems, not known for my rhymes
They say a little peace of mind is a hard thing to find
I gotta open up my mind so I can find mine

[Verse 1]
I won't dumb my sound down so clowns can snap to it
“Young Automatic” makes the world clap to it
I’m nobodies savior, I no ones the king
but yet, still in all, dog, I do my thing
I'm real about my skillz, I ain't the baddest on the planet
But all these hard rocks take the jewels I drop for granite/granted
Stay above board when these dudes are underhanded
Yeah I got a young face but the weight is still mannish
Used to jealous dudes with attitudes tryna damage (me)
Despite all of this I still manage to manage
and then I take advantage, cause my vantage is better
We’re not talkin’ Aston Martin’s, this don’t cost no cheddar
This only costs a little time to realign your mind
You wanna go with God’s grace or the devils design?
You need to make a decision then play your position
And if you can’t stand the heat, get the hell out the kitchen

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
A lotta haters talkin’ man,
But they ain’t taken nann
Steps in my shoes, tryna give me the blues
But you’s a damn fool if you think I’m getting flustered
To use a cliché you busters don’t cut the mustard
and a buncha gun talk is all you ever muster
You wanna be street when you’re all sweet as custard
Realer mind guerrilla grind you can call me Charlie hustle
I ain’t gotta bust a nine, I got 10 good knuckles
Should only bear arms when you don’t have the muscle
These bird ass rappers scared to get their feathers ruffled
Fam I’d rather stack chips then sit around and pack clips
You market death to little kids, and homie that’s sick
Big fish, half of what I spit these guppies ain’t up on
But the stage ain’t a place I gotta act tough on
We all grown men, so please homie come on
If I tell you fuck off, then you need to move the fuck on

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Not on the radio (no)/ It’s right here (B)
Gotta open up my mind/ so I can see clear(ly)

Go

[Verse 1]
Round here they play go-go, Back, Essence and Junk
And you’re straight old school if you rock Trouble Funk
Cuz we all love Chuck, man I used to rock Groovers
Circa 95 certified party movers
We don’t do the chicken head, but our chicken heads go
Put their one leg up and their booty on the flo
Round here we say cuz, it ain’t a set thing though
See it’s synonymous with the way you’d use “bro”
We don’t say 730, we say they lunched out
If you smashed a broad off, she got her box punched out
I could call a dude lover, and not be gay
But all these dudes on the low that some shit I don’t say
Round here we got buster’s but we switch up the grammar
Round these parts fam, man a buster is a bamma
If a youngin’s acting noid, then we call the cat petro
It’s the lower tri-state, welcome to the Metro

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I remember Tony Terry and my girl Adina Howard
N’degeocello sat outside my door for hours
Johnny Gill & Tonya Blount both saw a little action
Why the labels Shai away from girl Toni Braxton
If you need an emcee, DC is where you file ‘em
Big ups to nonchalant and the question mark asylum
Aside from Mr. Parks, you got the Unspoken Heard
The homies Kom & Sir, both known for smokin’ words
You should pray with your Priest when Storms form unpredictable
both The Poemcees spit flows that despicable
I can’t forget Opus and my homie 13
Even got the youngyin’s rockin, Chris Stylze & Slice-D
This is Marvin Gaye’s town, my home away from home
All the open mic sets, bet I kicked thousand poems
I came into my own through all the spots in DC
Born in greater south east, but was raised in PG

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Round here we go hard / Keep your ears to the streets
I know some dudes round here / That’ll crush your favorite emcees
Might think you go hard / But that’s nothin’ to me
This is for the Common Wealth, Maryland and DC

[Hook]

With featuring Shea "ButterFly" Jamison

[Verse 1]
Through the uncharted trail of life, we backpacked through it
It’s hard to have a thought without you attached to it
We stack fluid in an amniotic state
Just to understand the love would be a nine-month wait
But wait, let’s get our thang straight for a change
Had a Jay-Z~esque moment, youngyin’ what’s your name
Cause I don’t even claim to have the answers to life
But I did get the picture cause you framed it right
Been peeped your mind, so shorty leave behind
All the questions, second guessin’, youngyin' ease ya mind
Ain't no disrespect intended, I ain’t comin' on no street shit
And at the risk of sounding soft, it’s you I wanna be with

[Bridge]
You got that walk right and the talk right
I can pick you up at nine if you off nights
Body language’s like scripture, and here’s the big picture
I ain’t playin’ no games, I wanna get witcha

[Hook X2]
The damnedest thing of it is
I wanna be with you

[Verse 2]
I Been done dirty by many
But many had the luxury to blame it on the henny
C’mon ma, you can’t blame it on the Remy
Cause any one who knows you probably knows you don’t drink
You need to think about what is you’re doing
Or more to the point about who it is you’re screwin’
Shitted on me and threw my past back at me
Over stepped your bounds what you said was past tacky
And had Lee, been a weaker minded man
I wouldn’t be surprised if you caught a back hand
But that’s not the way I was raised so praise God
And also praise moms who ain’t raise no fools
You had me in your web like you were Jessica Drew
But I still tried to bless you with a message or two
It was Common how you did me dirty, treated me Bad u
Had every opportunity to tell me the truth
You chose to use the phone, I’ma do it through this booth
Yellin’ to the world what we’ve just been through
Mixed my words, pushed me to the side like a fader
Asked me to be honest then condemned me for it later
Said the love you gave me was much greater than mine
I find if you’re keeping track then you’re probably a hater
So, see ya later, and no I don’t hate you
But if we don’t speak, remember who played who
I made my mistakes, but I still remained faithful
And I never tried to find another woman to replace you
Shame ya can’t say the same, girl you’re so ungrateful
There’s a very thin line between principle and pride
We made emotional decisions, wound up on the wrong side
And I accept your pain, and recognize your plight
But since we both made it wrong, then we gotta make it right

[Bridge & Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m shootin’ for your love beyond the moon and the stars
Between the women on Venus and the men on Mars
It gets hard
Stars don’t wanna play they part
But in matters of the heart, love I’m quick to pull their card
Been scarred in this love game
I figure fuck fame
These primadonna’s fall in love with your persona
So it would be my honor, lovin’ you for a lifetime
I’m crazy over you, I couldn’t say this in my right mind
And I don’t write rhymes, I scribe gems
So I got some hot shit that you can flash to your friends
Right now my ends are such, that I can’t afford bling
But you needn’t be concerned with the words tarnishing
This is better than a ring, it’s an auditory beacon
(To hear it) you don’t need a reason, plus it transcends the seasons
Okay, I’m BS’in, second guessin’ caught me stressin’
I’m a little gun shy in lieu of life lessons
But, I’m getting better, whatever you wanna do
We can make it come true as long as I’m with you (and hey)