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“I can't stand it” Recorded 2002 is a song everybody seems to love so much me included. This was written at a time when so much emotion was flowing through me, I didn't even do a break.
Hi my name is Hakeem aka Wizdom from Ghetto Embassy Records Relm Publishing/BMI. We have over 10,000 supporters in just a few months and people still love my many different flows.
We released Worldwide on 9/23/2014. Our music had a little delay coming out because we had some real setbacks. We know the music could be a little better but I couldn't do the mix down or add more music because my track machine broke and the cops raided my house. I was in financial ruins for some years, but I'm back and still breathing. I am definitely looking for producers to work with so I can flow on updated beats. I have over 400 songs on paper and still writing today’s music with my own styles. I started rhyming when I was 5 years old I believe I have acquired my own styles.
I use to be in a group called TKG a lot of people remember TKG when I was a drug dealer in the Village. I won a contest for Pepsi when I was 15 or 16 years old by 98% on power 99FM in Philadelphia. I do all the music myself; I am definitely looking to collaborate with other writers and producers. I keep it moving though and I'm currently trying to get a music program to do new music. My new Rhymes are so much better. I have so many positive uplifting songs I would love for the world to hear. You won't regret supporting Ghetto Embassy Records I promise. I hope you enjoy.
It's nothing more than this black gutter,
Green leaves chopping trees like I'm doing lumber
Loaded clip on the hip just in case they wonder
Is he really gone spit, you goanna get it bitch
I can't stand when these silly niggas ask me dumb shit
Want to bus um when they pass me
Tryna back bite but it don't harass me
I keep um close so I know who want to blast me
I can't stand when I see these dumb ho's cumin
Swear they smart but these bitches don't know nothing.
Try to play me so I take her dough, no fronting
Keep her moaning so she don't think about nothing
But pleasing me
You don't agree with my views on life.
How many niggas really feel that they can rock the mic?
Or kick my styles better than me you ain’t wrapped to tight
I’m a sell that ass a slipper at midnight
I can't stand a dumb niggas that don't think
Setting yourself up for the pain and you goanna sink
Embassy goanna bring the rain and it’s goanna stink
Hypnotize cells inside your brain, till you get a link
Even though it was your punk ass that influence me
I'm all off no bail charges been dropped
Y'all niggas thought Wrath failed and was goanna stop.
Thought I had 5 to l0 in the state pen
But I'm back again ready to organize these blocks
Even heard y'all niggas been auctioning my shit
Given my rocks away for twins, so they spread them lips
Better run and hide pinchers cause this is it
I can't stand punks who put money second to tricks
Don't you know with no cash it won't last wit chick?
She might still let you hit it but she want them riches
She counting them 50's looking at your pictures
It's only been five months, so don't feel safe
Punk snitches I'm back hope you missed my face
I can't stand ho's so dam good looking, you want to hit it all night
Wake up she cooking; get the hell out of my crib you don't live here
I can't trust you boo you'll probly screw me in a year
Try to take me the bank you and your Mom
You know I'm speaking real wipe them fake tears from your eyes
I got to get this loot before they pick my trail
A lot of thoughts went through inside a dam cell
I saw my future flash; I saw my dreadful past
I saw my car searched by troopers and I got a stash
Now what am I to do, He said he smell something
Do I reach for the piece but no crumbling?
Let me tell you what then, under pressure gets you lectures from the judge
Suit and tie sitting straight up, I don't give a what
Can't stand the government, them demons smooth
You'll end up dead for having conflicting views or in county blues
You don't agree with urn, them he must be erased
Don't wan’t to be wit urn, they show up at your place
Got loaded tech for um, if I could plead my case
Might got a vest on, I'm aiming at his face
See you done started something that you can't cop
The flow is heating up, uh the Mic is red hot
And I’m a beat it up, I wouldn't dare stop
Keep it banging till they feel it on their block
I can't stand rappers dat always run they mouths
Finally thought of something think its goanna keep me out
But you don't understand, you can't stop the plan
Can only aggravate then I'll accommodate
Wit rhymes that orchestrate, lyrics that arbitrate
Against any move you make, cause I can't stand to wait
So come let’s get it on till we complete the song
Fuck it you say we done, well light that shit like Cheech and Chong
