Abc's Lyrics - Troubadour - K'naan

Bundle up my whole style is so cold 

I glow like old guys who go bald 

My flow got no front in the vocal 

Your flow got no button it's so old 

I don't mean to sound like a showboat 

But it's true my persona's no joke 

I stepped into some kinda portal 

I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble 

I'm from the most risky zone, oh 

No place is more shifty global 

More pistols, Russian revolvers 

We shootin' all that is normal 

But it ain't just because we want to 

We ain't got nowhere we can run to 

Somebody please press the undo 

They only teach us the things that guns do 

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They don't teach us the ABC's 

We play on the hard concrete 

All we got is life on the streets 

All we got is life on the streets 

They don't teach us the ABC's 

We play on the hard concrete 

All we got is life on the streets 

All we got is life on the streets 

Rock, you know my era 

B-boy seasoning, salt-n-pepa 

Grown and sexy, come with the extra 

Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna 

This type brew, I gave it birth 

Now it's time again to give it a verse 

Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja 

Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia 

Photos 

And it goes in the background 

Playa, that is my sound 

The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top 

Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock 

No B word or N word, I don't need those words 

Respect for hers 

The game dried up, so we come with the grease 

Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya right, so peace 

They don't teach us the ABC's 

We play on the hard concrete 

All we got is life on the streets 

All we got is life on the streets 

They don't teach us the ABC's 

We play on the hard concrete 

All we got is life on the streets 

All we got is life on the streets 

Superman is known by the locals 

As this dude who's so fly it's global 

Attitude that came outta struggle 

Destitute but I make it hopeful 

You real but my real is tenfold 

My real will make yours a rental 

Gangsta if at ease, essential 

Fight with guns or utensils 

So bold, nothing's confidential 

Breakfast was not continental 

And lunch could not compliment all 

We still become competent souls 

These streets ain't paved with no gold 

Matter fact someone stole the light bulb 

Nobody fat enough for lypo 

They don't teach us to read and write, so 

They don't teach us the ABC's 

We play on the hard concrete 

All we got is life on the streets 

All we got is life on the streets 

They don't teach us the ABC's 

We play on the hard concrete 

All we got is life on the streets 

All we got is life on the streets