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thabingbing is in tha buildin'
thabingbing is in tha buildin'
thabingbing is in tha buildin'
thabingbing is in tha buildin'
It started wit thabingbing, WilsonBlock in this mutha fucka
Still, niggaz ain't clickin' tha link, I chill, stop for a sip of tha drink
I pill pop, when I'm pickin tha beat apart
People will be a part, til' there's no money involved
Tha local music scene, I was runnin' it all
No business, no license, no nothin' at all
No roof, no crew, no one involved
It's all good in tha hood, I ain't even trippin
You don't understand tha lifestyle I'm living
See my vision, this for tha innocent victims
in tha world locked up in a prison
See, 33miles yea I hit that mission
on tha way back, and I still ain't limpin
Ain't no pimp but I still ain't simpin'
that ain't even how we suppose to treat our women
tha elephant is in tha room, in tha room
my blue whales surround ya shores, nigga
My polar bears eat cha food, eat cha food
While my tiger sit & stare at cha
Seahawks in tha sky, Silverback gorillas on guard
and they ask me why I grind so hard
cuz my life's on the line all tha time in this Beautiful Struggle
KIDS!
CHILDREN!
TEENAGERS!
Welcome to tha Beautiful Struggle
what, cuz my life's on tha line all tha time in this beautiful struggle
Welcome to tha Beautiful Struggle
cuz my life's on tha line, nigga, yea
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Make Room
01:51
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Don't Be A B****
02:44
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I use ta’, wake up in tha morning
To catch tha rain storm forming
I was born in tha winter, in that month after December
No linen needed to keep me warm after dinner
And just ta’ let cha know, I give my all, in all of my songs
Drop bombs on these cowards, how is these towers ours
When I was down and out, and out of a shower for months
Gave myself an hour for lunch, no time card punch
workin’ smarter, bouta barter tha country
Somebody tell tha industry, we takin’ it back
To tha essense, where artists can make money off of they raps, yea
I’m talkin’ WilsonBlock100%, fuck tha middleman,
We up in this shit, ya punk bitch
You don’t wanna have ta’ reap tha repercussion when tha reaper comin,
I’m just a younga brotha seekin’ something
I tell these niggaz like this, you can be an emotional being, bro
But just don’t be a bitch
Everbody in, pasadena / altadena, know what it is
From michillinda to tha top of tha fig, no need to hop in tha whip
I smoke tree, to keep my mind off tha shit
That’s why you see me walkin’ round tha streets, rhymin’ & shit
As live as it is, everybody, dyin’ to live
They made Hip Hop cry, that’s why I’m wiping her tear
Society got my mind stressin, I swear to ya’ll, feel like my life is threatened,
In a skirmish wit tha iron pressin
And they coming wit all kind of weapons
Anti-depressants, swine intestines, fixed lie detectors
Comin’ for tha whole land, not just minor sections
Land of beautiful women, wit light complections
I understand tha lessons, in everything that I do
I’m blessed wit’ knowin tha difference, tha best to ever pursue it
Get it off my chest, wit’ tha rest of that shit that’s stupid
You can’t question my movement, can’t even step to this new, nigga
You just want tha world to hear you talkin’ that crap
And real artists got a problem wit that, cuz they ain’t callin’ me back
Peep tha holes at tha bottom of my pants
Cuz it’s real in tha field, I could kill wit tha skill
But still, I will not, reveal tha real plot
Tha steel is still hot, it’s still THAWILSONBLOCK, nigga
And I ain’t playin wit these bars, I’m portrayin what I’m sayin to ya’ll,
Can’t even hang wit cha boy
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Holdin' On
04:32
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VERSE ONE
I put on for my city,
Better yet, I put on for foster kids
I put on, for youth like me
I bell ring, for the Salvation Army
Cuz ima rebel wit’ my own cause
United we stand, divided we what?
I ain’t never need permission
From no mutha fuckin’ politician, what!
It’s ThaWilsonBlock Magazine!
Pasadena Music Scene newsletter
I coulda swore these foolish students knew better
Straight nigga wit’ a bi-weekly newsletter
I, walk to end gang violence, yea
If I die, you can have my rhymes, nigga!
I just want to make a difference
Realized, I was my only hindrance, yo
Cuz they be sleepin’ on ya boy, seen me creepin in tha game,
but they be cheatin on ya’ boy
Who me? I’ve been breathin on tha floor, Feet been bleedin from tha sores
I’ve been, seekin tha Lord for more
Cuz my situation urgent, I anticipate wit’ courage
Every Sunday, 11:30 service
To remind myself, who I’m serving, I’m here to hear tha sermon
Holdin’ on to each and every word with faith, cuz…
HOOK
When you get out, Where you gon’ go
How you gon’ do it, make it on your own
Cuz Jah is real, I can feel him inside of me
That’s why I’m tryna hold on, oh Lord, I’m tryna hold on
Cuz when you’re in doubt, where you gon’ go
How you gon’ do it, make it on your own
Cuz Jah is real, I can feel him inside of me
That’s why I’m tryna hold on, Oh Lord, I’m tryna hold on
VERSE TWO
But, Ima climb this mountain
Ima conquer tha hill
Ain’t no reason in pouting
Only keepin’ it real
To be in position of power
And redeem what’s rightfully ours
I’m too strong to fight wit’ these cowards
Let my light shine bright on these towers, nigga
They only see me doin’ bad
Hope to see me in tha hood, like I can’t get out this trap
And you, you been feining for tha truth
Seen tha seed grow from tha roots
Keepin my people from fruits, and
Yea, yea, I am here to feed em
It’s bigger than that, I am here to lead em
I said, I am here to lead em, lead em to freedom
HOOK
When you get out, Where you gon’ go
How you gon’ do it, make it on your own
Cuz Jah is real, I can feel him inside of me
That’s why I’m tryna hold on, oh Lord, I’m tryna hold on
Cuz when you’re in doubt, where you gon’ go
How you gon’ do it, make it on your own
Cuz Jah is real, I can feel him inside of me
That’s why I’m tryna hold on, Oh Lord, I’m tryna hold on
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Pray for Me
02:38
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Chorus
Please pray for me, make a way for me, pave tha way for me //
I ain’t cool wit tha games that they play on me //
Oh no, it ain’t okay wit me, it ain’t okay wit me, nooo //
Please pray with me, come hang with me, run away with me //
I ain’t cool wit tha thangz that they take from me //
I guess, there ain’t no place for me, there ain’t no place for me, nooo //
Verse One
Let me tell you why I fight for a cause //
I fight for tha type that like to write on tha walls //
I fight for my innocent people behind bars //
I fight for tha kids, I fight for tha poor //
I fight for tha moors, I fight for you and yours //
I fight for tha right to live my life for tha Lord //
Cuz I’m a positive role model, for my folks to follow //
And for my own piece of knowledge //
You don’t have to go to college, to be successful //
Just live up to your potential //
Coming from south central, it’s no excuse //
Not even, my mental health issues, industry officials //
In tha street pistols, military missiles //
Medicinal misuse, chemicals & crystals //
It’s crazy what this game will do to you //
Just don’t let it make a fool of you, stay true to you //
Chorus
Please pray for me, make a way for me, pave tha way for me //
I ain’t cool wit tha games that they play on me //
Oh no, it ain’t okay wit me, it ain’t okay wit me, nooo //
Please pray with me, come hang with me, run away with me //
I ain’t cool wit tha thangz that they take from me //
I guess, there ain’t no place for me, there ain’t no place for me, nooo //
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I'll Never Stop
04:03
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VERSE ONE
Before you go, let me leave you wit’ this
I don’t, want no hug, no one last kiss
I don’t, like yo’ butt, or like yo’ pics
If you call, I won’t pick up, reply to your text
So what’s next, how could I ever forget
All tha time that we spent, everywhere that we went
I apologize for all tha wrong things that I said, tha wrong things that I did, tha wrong example I set
It’s my fault, I take full responsibility, but
What do you to me, be killin’ me
But, silly me for believing in us,
I guess it’s too much to ask, for mutual trust,
and thus, I must bust a move
I must, pick myself up, and dust my shoes off,
no love for you lost, but
Every time I think about, where we went wrong
I realize, I was been played from tha start, man…
HOOK
That’s why I’ll never stop tryin,
I’ll never grindin’
I’ll never stop climbin’
Tha ways of this world, I probably never stop cryin’
I’ll never stop givin’, and I’ll never stop rhymin’
I said, I’ll never stop tryin’
I’ll never stop flyin’
I’ll never stop fightin’
Tha ways of this world, I’ll probably never stop shinin’
I’ll never stop caring, and I’ll never stop rising
VERSE TWO
My name is Michael Taylor, they call me Bing Bing
Or Mistah Wilson on this Pasadena Music Scene
I just wanna bring together my community
So we can grow and show tha world that we know unity
Cuz, nowadays, there’s no unity, no you and me
Just seclusion, everyone caught up in this illusion
Just don’t get it confused wit’
This WilsonBlock100 movement
This, gang violence, takin’ innocent lives
Tha inner-city divided, people livin outside, I
Ditch my pride, but I stand wit’ my dignity
Play tha same hand God given me
Walk with humility, I gotta learn my history
Gotta keep my head up, cuz I gotta get this victory
I’m only 25, but I been around for centuries
I just made this song to let you know how much you meant to me
Bridge
My name is Michael Taylor, they call me Bing Bing
Or Mistah Wilson on this Pasadena Music Scene
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My People
03:26
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8. |
Never Understand
03:20
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HOOK ONE
Cuz, this is what, you’ll never understand
I am, who, they’ll never understand
Tha truth, you, will never understand
You’ll never understand, cuz they never understand, man
This is what, you’ll never understand,
I am, who, they’ll never understand
Tha truth, we, will never understand
Ya better understand or we’ll never understand, man
VERSE ONE
Sometimes, I got a wreckless mind
Still at tha bottom, but ahead of my time
Represent and define, true integrity
As I walk tha earth on these 2 legs that carry me, bury me a G
And, if tha world rebuke me, like, who is he
You will see, me acting like this ain’t nothin new to me
I’m in my own lane, doin’ my own thang
Tryna make it through these slow days, it’s so painful
Man, catch me lookin at the paradise and beautiful women
Said I’m a winner, cuz I know how to lose
I’m a sinner, but no sinister moves
Sippin’ Guiness while we chillin’ on tha living room
We all eating off a different spoon, work jobs, got fam
Skipping school just to spit in tha booth
I never thought to stop rapping, cuz I’m missing a tooth
I rather pop in my own greatest hits, than listen to you, my dude
Look, it’s man-up, or man down
We get up, to get down
To quick to fall down,
Just don’t give up, or back down
Ha, now, we bringing it together
And can’t nothin stop us, take pictures in any weather
Whether, tha weather is wetter or better than ever
Ya sever my pleasure, it’s off wit ya head, my nigga
HOOK TWO
Cuz, this is what, you’ll never understand
I am, who, they’ll never understand
Tha truth, you, will never understand
You’ll never understand, cuz they never understand, man
This is what, you’ll never understand,
I am, who, they’ll never understand
Tha truth, we, will never understand
Ya better understand or we’ll never understand, man
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9. |
Coming Home
04:17
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HOOK ONE
You seen me tryna make it all on my own, and
Got these crazy people callin’ my phone, and
Even though you see me walking alone
Just know I’m coming home, I’m comin’
Haters wanna see me defeated
Crawling on my hands and my knees, and
Even though you see me all on my own
Just know I’m coming home, I’m comin’
VERSE ONE
That’s why you see me wit’ my head down //
Damn, pour a lil liquor, liquor //
Just get out of my way, just do as I say //
And it won’t be uncomfortable //
Cuz tha bottom so lonely, lonely //
Lord, show me what I’m suppose to do //
Just get outta my way, just do as I say //
And it won’t get uncomfortable //
Cuz, they just wanna hurt me, hurt me //
Take a look at what cha did to me //
No, I don’t think they heard me, heard me //
Just picture me wit tha victory //
Cuz tha top still a long ways, long ways //
Lord direct me where I’m suppose to go //
Please put me where I need to be //
Show me what I’m suppose to know //
HOOK TWO
You seen me tryna make it all on my own, and
Got these crazy people blockin’ my road, and
Even though you see me walking alone
Just know I’m coming home, I’m comin’
Haters wanna see me defeated
Crawling on my hands and my knees, and
Even though you see me all on my own
Just know I’m coming home, I’m comin’
VERSE TWO
That’s why you see me wit’ my head down //
Damn, pour a lil liquor, liquor //
Just get out of my way, just do as I say //
And it won’t be uncomfortable //
Cuz tha bottom so lonely, lonely //
Lord, show me what I’m suppose to do //
Just get outta my way, just do as I say //
And it won’t get uncomfortable //
Cuz, they just wanna hurt me, hurt me //
Take a look at what cha did to me //
No, I don’t think they heard me, heard me //
Just picture me wit tha victory //
Cuz tha top still a long ways, long ways //
Lord show me what I need to see //
Please point me where I’m suppose to go //
This is how much it means to me //
HOOK THREE...
You seen me tryna make it all on my own, and
Got these crazy people blockin’ my road, and
Even though you see me walking alone
Just know I’m coming home, I’m comin’
Haters wanna see me defeated
Crawling on my hands and my knees, and
Even though you see me all on my own
Just know I’m coming home, I’m comin’
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Bing Bing Pasadena, California
Hip Hop & Blues Songwriter from Pasadena, California.
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