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Oblique Brown - Текст песни I Made It
[Verse 1]
 (Hey I Made it) through the stress through the pain
 through the mess that remains, so what really changed?
 Respect for that pain, etched in my brain
 Sketched all that strain, in a song saying
 (Hey I Made it) through the worst when I came
 '89 off the plane, cause the language that I'm saying
 so strange to those cats who tried to jump me on the train
 but if they came from where I came, they'd be saying
 (Hey I Made it) to American terrain
 home of the fortunate, arrogant and vain
 the shame that came with this improbable name
 lived my life through the strife, went against the grain
 (Hey I Made it) with two dollars to my name
 from the squalor where the squatters, holler in the rain
 all their daughters and their fathers steady calling for some change
 but the only thing that changed is this saying
 (Hey I Made it) without the fortune and fame
 through them doors where remorse is the fortune of the day
 where morsels is portioned, get orphaned in this game
 and the only thing to raise it hope coursing through these veins
[Hook]
 Verse 2:
 (Hey I Made it) cause of Bam and Planet Rock
 'cause Melle Mel added math to this language, ack
 'cause rap came and salvaged, my damaged, bandaged heart
 when I left a famished spot and re-canvassed my plot
 (Hey I Made it) through the transatlantic crossOblique Brown - I Made It - http://ru.motolyrics.com/oblique-brown/i-made-it-lyrics.html
 Landed on this rock, where it's standard to get robbed
 Or shot or stabbed or, hung upon a cross
 for props or cash, when you standing in your spot
 (Hey I Made it) for the land of the lost
 where they stranded on the block, granted that its hot
 cause the cops got their hands on the hammers and the glocks
 go, (rrrah, rrhah) that's the language, that's the talk
 (Hey I Made it) for them dancers on 'ya crotch
 saying that you handsome, even when you not
 cause she raise a little man that's lampin' on a cot
 and she's sick of feedin' him pudding when the bananas rot
 [Verse 3]
 (Hey I Made it) for ladies who love rap
 for dudes who love that and run up their club tabs
 for cats who bought wack tracks and want their funds back
 for them rhymes on ya walls, posted on with thumb tacks
 (Hey I Made it) for the love of Sun Splash
 for New Yorkers in Yankee blue, fitted snug caps
 for my Cali folks, bumpin' this to a dub sack
 from the jump black, sayin you sprayin' that drumtrack
 (Hey I Made it) all for you so you could true it
 even if you different, life's emotions are congruent
 fluid, dudes say I'm sick with the music
 but who did the beat, Zeeb said
 (Hey I Made it) for my big brother Charles
 for Paul C, Dilla, and Mister Marley Marl
 with snares and kicks with my man I call Chirag
 and we'll do it till we make it man, Double extra large

















