Lyrics

"Growing up in the projects is like You trying to find the right road There's a million roads to choose from These streets will definitely make you Or break you, teach you how to be a man Or clown. One of the other Easy to get on drugs, easy to sell drugs It's easy to get into a fight, it's easy to fight Easy to get killed, it's easy to kill somebody You know what I'm saying, it's that easy, seriously." Love ain't part of equation often This world can leave you abandoned Like an Albanian Caucasian orphans Funeral service with a black man playing organ IRS in ya pockets you gotta pay em often Straight morphed into a blade brain lazer sharp Analyzing all the angles and I played the part We was born amazingly smart study the ancient arts Toxic energy I block off like H&R The streets my A&R block after block promotion Church and Ocean celebrate and pop mimosas I drop notions for ya third eye to open And glide over the ocean give fallopians slow convulsion I make ya mindstate reach Ketosis Decompose ya whole anatomies and Have you reach ya peak emotion They wanna ban my music so I hand to hand my music I'm addressing all the foul gossip and the rumors I'm not chance the rapper I'm not trans rapper Transform and slap ya I'm an advanced form of matter Humanoid I twist ya joints up like rheumatoid A lloyd of London with the power of a super droid A sly cyborg a sci-fi lord I don't abide by laws a sense of pride I would die for I'm darfour times four and it's a mind war You was born to be a god why you living blind for Blessings to the ancestors resting in the infinite Don't put a limit on me these bullets indiscriminate I stare white supremacy in its face and demonstrate That I cannot integrate something that I originated Im way beyond what small minds can grasp Anybody break my projects down I send em my congrats No weapon made by man can stop me this is prophecy There's no game without me no Trag... without Khadaffi That's like pistol without a trigga party without no liquor That's now cypher like Flipmode without a Diggah That's like yo fuck that I'm just a scientist Ahead of my time the lines I spit ain't even mine yet A thousand year out of my prime riding a comet I can see ya great-grand son writing a comment Ain't a stage big enough to hold my weight My soul can make waves motivate The whole of the culture to go be great In this reality we co-create exfoliate Dumb motherfuckers some of y'all shouldn't pro-create All u do's appropriate I'm a repo And when I speak truth to power watch the people repost You coward we pull ya peacoat Time to reload Bruise ya ego the Eloheem got em emo I'm a keep spreading the math until all of the masses feel Minus the mass appeal Rest In Peace Half a Mill
Writer(s): Karim Bourhane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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