E-Dot - Shine (Acapella) lyrics

E-Dot ft. Mr. Complex - “Shine” [Produced by Darp Malone] [Intro: Mr. Complex and (E-Dot)] What's up? What? There comes a time in a man's life when he's gonna do wrong. You got to show and prove, make that move. Everybody's got their come-up. This is how we just run up and get one up. What, what now? Worldwide, uh. What, what now? (For all those who didn't believe, you nah'mean?). I'm saying: bring it, bring it, bring it [Verse 1: E-Dot] I used to get Mad rotation. DJ won't show Poetical kin ain't trying to hear the n***a flow It's the sad truth, but sh** rises to the top That is just how it go. My job: hold it down And keep it tight like my flow and catch you, elevate Be seen—kind of like the machine with tattoo I don't want ‘em, but the motherf**ing fact is that I have to Writers only get this point across and that's just wack. Where I'm from Place called Edmonwho? Way out In the boonies, place where there ain't dollar bills—we carry Loonies and it's the same old place, it's the Same shhh... n***a, same old faces So I stay wasted, dawg. I got to show love West and 1-8-(Ooh), it's in my blood For real. Y'all know the deal and how that go Edmonwho? brought you E-Dot oh oh oh oh [Hook: Mr. Complex] Shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time [Verse 2: E-Dot] I'm from a place that's cold as hell. Haven For haters. First was urban, now ex Makes papers. Women have seeds with so-called Money-makers. Bulls with the sh**, but, yo, now it's The lame kids' world. Hip hop ain't respected Radio ain't trying to hear my record While anybody gets first, dawg, but y'all second So when you go, I'll pin this industry, die wrecking From the place where the soundman don't give a damn Can't trust a person ‘cause they rat to the man Did a cross-country tour—three emcees in a van Clear across this land in a van. Hundred dollars to Our name. Hate nobody, complain because we all love This game. ‘Member Bobby Troubles? Well, I'm sure he felt The same. ‘Member Cashino? I miss that n***a Frame. For real, dawg, life ain't a game [Hook: Mr. Complex] Shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time [Verse 3: E-Dot] I'm from a place cold as f**. Ballers rolling Trucks and “Ace!”—it's part of the vocab where B-boys catch toe tags ‘cause they're a dying commodity Hip hop on airwaves is an oddity. Roll on A dirt bike current odyssey. Nevertheless, I'm Stupid like who? I'm dope like Fresh Spontaneously combu-bu-bust like Daves Koresh when I Spit fire. n***a, bring beef, I'll bring two hundred Pounds and a spear tied around my waste. And I'ma Rhyme ‘til I'm pale like Mýa in the face Cla**ic Emcees-Dot-Com up in the place Darp Malone production, n***a. Tapes (Tapes, tapes) [Hook: Mr. Complex] Shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. It's my time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine. My time To shine. So, baby, let's shine