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We Ain't The Same
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Hip-Hop
We Ain't The Same was released on September 25, 2020 by The Syndicate Music Group as a part of the album Perilous
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2020
LabelThe Syndicate Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crisis
Crisis
Performer
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hellfire Beats
Hellfire Beats
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
One, two
Ah, that's a check, uh
Sovereign, descended from the port of Richards Island
Since my conception, I was a problem
Chose to roam Gotham by God like I was Constantine
With the beam on the worldie like Charles Bronson
Book of Eli in my satchel, stained with verses from the astral
Facts all actual, based on Bronx Avenue (BS)
Mechanic, I dismantle crews, call me George the Animal
Keep the steel, survival of the fittest in the jungle
Keep it all the way real, somethin' them frauds ain't used to
Bars brutal, a barbarian, y'all vegetarian
Y'all don't want no beef with Southview residents
Fuck who famous, my skill supersede relevance
Higher intelligence, rhymes fire like they from Mercury
No perjury, my hood could attest for me
My street more like Elm, your shit like Sesame
We ain't the same, my blood a different pedigree (Uh)
We ain't the same, never will be
Came from the bottom where it's filthy
You was never outside with the real G's
Tellin' lies, but you never walked these cold streets
We ain't the same, never will be
Came from the bottom where it's filthy
You was never outside with the real G's
Tellin' lies, but you never walked these cold streets
The last attempt, pops tried to build a militia
In a sinister city surrounded by would-be killers
Lions, wolves, gorillas, groomed to be a pillar
Somehow, I wandered up hangin' out with the sinners
Bronx borough dwellers who wrote concrete favelas
Far removed from the privilege, filled with malice, no penance
Street chemist, flood the streets with 'caine like Venice
Shoot it, light it up like it's the day of independence
Pull up on you like a calisthenic
Leave you in a coffin bein' prayed for by the cleric
Menace is what society labeled us
So we live dangerous for money, cars, and hoes that got a fetish
Maneuver in the trenches like Riddick, an outlaw
React like my back's against the wall in a war
Can see through you frauds like I got X-ray goggles on
Fuck your team, my regime put an end to squads (Pussies)
We ain't the same, never will be
Came from the bottom where it's filthy
You was never outside with the real G's
Tellin' lies, but you never walked these cold streets
We ain't the same, never will be
Came from the bottom where it's filthy
You was never outside with the real G's
Tellin' lies, but you never walked these cold streets
Written by: Carl Urban
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