The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it
Aiyyo check this out
We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man
Where the knotty headed n—-z and the Brick City brigade dwell
And if you don’t know your fool better ask
Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt
And yo E we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff
Verse One: Redman
Well it’s that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend
I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams
Cause, it’s the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
elements, and it’s coming through your block
Can’t you smell it trick?
Wanna copy-cat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town
Who’s that effin clown soundin wack with the frown??
I don’t know man, but you better wonder what I would do
While loud on this staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow
You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl
Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don’t stop
Chorus:
On and on, and it don’t quit
Redman rockin on to the funky s–t, c’mon
On and on, and it don’t quit
Redman rockin on to the funky s–t
I said Jersey’s in the house Jersey’s in the house
I said Brooklyn’s in the house Brooklyn’s in the house
I said Uptown’s in the house Uptown’s in the house
I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse Continue reading →
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