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The Message
1,647
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Message was released on September 11, 2015 by Top Dawg Entertainment as a part of the album 90059
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Album90059
Release DateSeptember 11, 2015
LabelTop Dawg Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Marcus Paul
Marcus Paul
Trumpet
SiR
SiR
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Pounds
J. Pounds
Songwriter
Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Sounwave
Sounwave
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.LBS
J.LBS
Producer
Sounwave
Sounwave
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's like your testing me now
This my testimony, look I got that recipe now
Keep that good book on the dash with that weaponry out
Ain't no more rules in this game, plus no referees out
All that stressing, it taught me lessons
Caught blessings, went back to stressing
And that moment when death was present
Heavy praying and asking questions
I had no answers, so I had to bottle up that aggression
Load up them hollows and I had to follow in my direction
Don't know where I'm headed
I can't look back though, there was nothing there
But backstabbing snakes that slither, decision when nothing's fair
Keeping my faith and all, even if they take it all
Standing my ground, I was born to fight so I'm taking off
Me and my champs on a mission
Work with the baddest intention
Sharp as a scalpel incision, gotta survive these conditions
Vengeance is like a tradition
If you practice what you're preaching
Might just get what you wish
[Verse 2]
Never thought it would be easy
I hope we understand that
Gotta earn it when you see me
I hope we understand that
I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming
[Verse 3]
Now we have to get whatever we after
See past the regular shit that we master
Learn to survive through love and Jezebels and street pastors
Live as free as we can, 'cause Hell on Earth is being recaptured
I'm caught in this ghetto rapture, spirit detached
I'm smoking Backwoods, looking for greener pastures
Hashtag we bastards, from money change to snowflakes
Body found, a cold case, we making it out from no place
Now can you walk in these shoes with no lace?
Or push that S-550 on shoes with no plates?
I don't think so, shit is insufficient when you think slow
That's why I keep one foot in the game like a flamingo
But here's the thing though, picking my spots, yelling bingo
Post it with the work, five oh one's with the peacoat
This ain't no New Jack City and I ain't Nino
Wondering if change gon' come, but we gon' see though
[Verse 4]
Never thought it would be easy
I hope we understand that
Gotta earn it when you see me
I hope we understand that
I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming
[Verse 5]
Never thought it would be easy
I hope we understand that
Gotta earn it when you see me
I hope we understand that
I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming
Written by: Kevin Jackson
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