Feather Ash (feat. Scoop Alexander)

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In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay

Hellbent on delivering the fury of the caliphate
Kill a couple Russian hackers, to Make America Great
Damned if we do, damned if we don't, we a Nation-State
Sponsor of the system from which we don't allow escape
Kill the flower, hate, or make the flower bloom
We all trying to avoid our inevitable doom
When they come for you, zoom, zip-zap, skedaddle
You can learn to ball, but you'll never see the paddles
You've never fought your battles, but you've fought plenty of theirs
Build your ass a ladder just to watch them take the stairs
Even if you bare your soul, your skin, and shave off your hair
They'll still feed you to the lions, charge 'em ten just to stare
They loot all your wares, but dangle titties in your face
Slap a logo on the wounds you earn speaking out of place
Falsify your signature with the illusion you choose
Overdose you on some sugar to give you the blues
Kill the dude or hate, or maybe let him grow
We all at each others throat's over land we can't sow
When they come for me, I'll blow this Popsicle stand
Desecrate your vows over a change in the brand
In the city where we fostered Rodney and Dorner
In the city where they sell dope on every corner
In the city where we offer blunts to our lawyers 
In the shitty inner city where the melting pot get warmer

In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay

Let me tell them who I be! (yessir)
S. C. Double-O. P. (yessir)
Coming straight from Pomona, where pimpin' on every corner
Reminds you "life could be sweet or Suga Free" (ay)
Maybe one, maybe two, or maybe three (ay)
Times my block been hot and shot up out on these streets (ay)
But what do you expect, where the place you pay your rent
Got the Gangsters leaning straighter than the police
If you ain't up in a frat, or R-Kelly, nigga watch where you stepping
We be dropping that shit, be careful that you don't step in
This mic up in my hand is such a deadly ass weapon
Blow they brains out with one verse, they gon' need more than Excedrin
You can catch me in my city, at the Fox Building, top ceiling
With some light bud and some Bud Light, dilly-dilly
Really wish the city would let me start a dispensary
But they more concerned with bad press and shitty energy
So I'm gon' keep it moving like this if they don't stop those
Stacking my chips and cheese so I can tell 'em "it's Nachos"
Run for city mayor just to let all these cops know
Potheads pay for salary! These Potheads fix Potholes!
High up off that God's Gift! Holy Rollers
Advancing on some iPhone shit! They Motorolas
Tailor-made for this game, bitch, it's so sewed-up!
I'm 'bout to hit it rich and send money to Pomona, in the city

In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay

Hear the lines I spit. Regardless, if I'm taking a shit
Or kicking to a crowd, won't stop 'til I cease to exist
I keep it persistent. Breathing out, the evilest gift
Until there's no more room for a reason to fit
No, I'm not waiting anymore. Bust through the door
They got me fucked up! (They got me fucked up!)
Because I'm sure, that if I was to conform
Then they'd be like "Where'd he come from?" (ay, where you from, bruh?)
Cloth cut from the truest. All love for this music
Don't f*ck with the rulers, that's running the revolution
Outnumber your steps and move in, we've come for that restitution
Abrupt. Interrupt. Intruding. Reluctantly cause a nuisance
I'm fussing to free influence. Obstruct your conceited views
Trumpet to cut it loose. I buck it to bust a fuse
I reek of fact, I'm getting back the boss' title
When I'm spitefully clicking my pen. Delete your vitals
This recital takes them straight to the end. When I talk, it's final
Because if I know a thing or two, then you'll drop the denial
I pretend not to feel it subconsciously kicking in
While I blend all emotion with prophecy in the print
In the city OD'ing in the tub like we was Whitney
Showing pity to the bums, fresh to death, refusing pennies
In the city with giant golden heads, we getting Schwifty
Catch me tossing you these saw blades like I'm throwing a frisbee!

In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay

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