Make The City Stand Still Lyrics

featuring Wade O. Brown

[Maestro]

This joint's dedicated to all emcees

Yo stay focused with this

A'ight

Stay strong stay dedicated

Maestro

Check it out yo

Yeah yeah yo

I'm still smashin' it

So compassionate

House of Commons want me on the cabinet

The graduate who got the phattest shit

I splatter shit

Niggas better scatter when I'm splashin' it

Flashin' it

Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit

I made the city hot

Rhymes makin' niggas drop

Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts

Then I built the strategy

Gradualy, I planned to be

The greatest from the city

Brothers started stabbin' me

Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this

Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn't shine like this

It ain't my fault that my song's phat

It ain't my fault that my pops loved my mom, black

I made the bomb track

Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets

I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest

When my track was released, you noticed me

Toronto prodigy of poetry

Even white chicks were faintin' over me

The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross

It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss

You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop

I left in ninety two, it's like the fukin' industry stopped

But it's on, don't panic

Emcees stay frantic

It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic

Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill

Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

[Chorus: Wade O. Brown]

We're gonna make it happen

We're gonna make it shine

We're gonna make it happen

It's a race against our time

Oh, oh, oh

We're gonna make it happen

[Maestro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I remember when my pops took me to this lady

She said she couldn't beleive how many shady people wanna slay me

She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you

But don't sweat it, your ancestors will protect you

Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn't move

Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song

Who could it be now
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A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit

(go figure)

In life I learned cats'll try to hurt you

That's why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle

Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry

Didn't love me at all

But to shine, they wanted to marry

Sayin' "let's sex tonight", but I'm a skeptic type

It's a rougher world

That's why it's tough to trust a girl

Never the less I'm maintainin', with pure determination

Two junos, plus ten nominations

No way I'm gonna crumble, I stayed humble

I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble

T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out

Gave love, but didn't have to sweat the brothers down south

It's on, don't panic, emcees stay frantic

It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic

Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill

Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

[Chorus]

[Wade O. Brown]

I know, for sure

That we're bound to make it

In time, we'll find

It's the sky of ?????

Oh oh oh

We're gonna make it happen

We're gonna make it, We're gonna make it

[Maestro]

Yeah

You could never make the city smile

You're Conway Twitty style

Silly pile for real

You ain't a willy child

I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone

Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone

I elevated you, you know who educated you

Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two

Now I'm comin' back

I got the stunning tracks

Spreadin' love to all my peeps and show the younger cats

Hit 'em with the phattest songs

Fuck the sprint, it's a marathon

I seen alot of shit, now I'm passin' it on

I love Redman and Naughty shit

But now I'm on some Barry Gordy shit

I need another forty hit

It's on, don't panic

Emcees stay frantic

It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic

Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill

Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

It's on, don't panic

Emcees stay frantic

It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic

Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill

Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

[Chorus