Tyrones Rap Songtext / Lyric

Don't need no rich bitch to tell me which fork to use, I paid my dues in a rattrap-building, called New York, living of greens, beans and pork in the basement, tenement. Noone's gotta tell me what it meant to be black, jack, the ace of spades, all the carwash-washer and daywork-mates can't wash it up, it never fades, it's who you are until you're dead.
Now ain't that a kick upside the head?

Yaeh - I - know about pryor and portier
can't get higher than Sugar Ray, Mohammed Ali and Doctor J and ninety percent of the NBA.
Reggie Jackson, Jessie Jackson, Michael and Mahila Jackson.
And what's that got to do with me?
On the street the only thing I see is crack-deaelrs,pocketbook-stealers, coke-snorters and timesquare-daughters.
Eight-year-old who dance for quaters, for tokes and two-line-blows.
New Adidas and Stereos - that's us! - that's it!

So don't be telling me all that shit!!!!!!!!!!