Vinny NorthSydeDont Worry Hip Hop/Rap

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Reviving Hip Hop one song at a time. Produced by Love Money Productions "Tastic". Rest in peace to the Legendary Micheal Jackson. 4theHipHopHeadz! ~Vinny NorthSyde~ Lyrics&Vocals by : Vinny NorthSyde myspace.com/VinnyNorthSyde Produced by : Tastic of "Love.Money.Productions"

A song describing the long road I've traveled to get where I'm at right now. Telling the game basically that Im coming to start turning this all around. And bringing it back to making good music.

Dont Worry Bye : ~Vinny NorthSyde~ Don't worry bout it lady ima heal it... Hip hop never died, people tried to steal it. But real rappers, real lyricists feel me, A big slacker, under achiever clearly... Little kid rapper always claiming the best at, everything he did, big headed like wheres ya chest at... that's a vest strapped, around it cuz all the best get, shot up in with they best tracks, still beyond the next breath... So stressed but so blessed ta be pist, So gifted must trust my reflex, I pimp beats, like each track is cheap sex. An make sure you all peep my secret. When I write I just fall in myself, I need answers... its like I keep on callin myself, but no1 answers... I fight me, an brawl with myself... like maybe I should stop put it all on the shelf... But that's far from myself, Ima take this track, an show you all who's the best, make you hate that fact... Cuz I know I'm bout ta blow, make my moms life shine, as I strike life in mics, throughout the night time. Where the real mc's, Dj's an breakers….. Groupie girls getting crazy they mixin make-up. Wheres the fans goin wild. Where the hip hop heads. How the fuck you gonna tell me that hip hops dead… Dont worry bout it lady ima heal it... Hip hop never died people tried to steal it... But Real rappers, real lyricists feel me, A big slacker, under achiever clearly... lil kid rapper always claimin the best at, everything he did, big headed like wheres ya chest at? thats a vest strapped, around it cuz all the best get, shot up in with they best trackz, still beyond the next breath... Don’t gimmie time let me make it right… its like, everybody's rocky an came to fight. Until they get treated, everybody laugh an point. Enough aight, chill n.... pass tha joint….. I'm so glad that they found my voice. Relax an cope, the dope is dankest choice. I am the next rapper to lead the way, An I don’t got beef homie, but I feed the prey. Dont worry bout it lady ima heal it... Hip hop never died people tried to steal it... Real rappers, real lyricists feel me, big slacker, under achiever clearly... lil kid rapper always claimin the best at, everything he did, big headed like wheres ya chest at... that's a vest strapped, around it cuz all the best get, shot up in with they best tracks, still beyond the next breath... So stressed but so blessed ta be pist, So gifted must trust my reflex, I pimp beats, like each track is cheap sex. An make sure you all peep my secret. I'm so sick of bad music, garbage…. It feeds me… I'm full, still im starving… Believe me... Ive been havin problems, My whole life, an money cant solve all them… I need to learn so much more so teach me try teachin me, Its fucked up can u hear me?? Speak 2me.. Am I alone in this world of greed, Where no1 cares why you even would believe, A simple thing, look man its simple “ding.” Its like why the fat lady so quick ta sing… So ima take my time, ima make my joints, Ima make Chi shine, Ima make my point. That Im the best in the world, who is doughtin me, Talk louder motha fukas please shout to me. I don’t care who u are, gods chosen me, To bring hope, through the mic on my rosary. I feel blessed every time that I'm holding these shoulders up, That weigh as much as bulldozers but... I blaze my blunt, you’ll tell I'm never sober much… still lay it down with amazing touch. An yea... Don’t gimmie time let me make it right… its like, everybody's rocky an came to fight. Until they get treated, everybody laugh an point. Enough aight, chill n.... pass the joint……. I'm so glad that they found my voice. Relax an cope, the dope is dankest choice. I am the next rapper to lead the way, An I don’t got beef homie, but I feed the prey. Dont worry bout it lady ima heal it... Hiphop never died people tried to steal it... Real rappers, real lyricists feel me, big slacker, under achiever clearly... lil kid rapper always claimin the best at, everything he did, big headed like wheres ya chest at... thats a vest strapped, around it cuz all the best get, shot up in with they best trackz, still beyond the next breath... ~Vinny NorthSyde~ x