Lyrics:
in a lifetime you combat the ghosts of mistrust
Mentally cuffed, thrust by a cop thinkin he tough
You bust, Amadou Diallo is us, and what
Now I'm on my
and I'm quick with the sword like I'm Metaknight
I've been set alight by the Nazarite whose Father had by the seventh rise of the sun made Us to reflect his
our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
We're worn out boots and old Levi's
Walk that walk like this
Ball so hard like this
What you even know about the kid
You have never been to the crib
Hear hand claps when I slip
Bounce
Thugs! We should clean you up
By high pressure cleaner
The day the people will wake up
You will pay for your actions (Thugs)
We feel like voting
Is
of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's show
Live off skid row with
slept
We sensed
A god like conscious mixed with an i dont give a fuck outlook on life
Fight for us, go do right
An instrument of our light
Experiment ,
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it
swifting
Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again
Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
With the real chill, not
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
thin they gon’ shine
On a n***a when s**t seem dim
But we them conscious kids that stayed
Above the rim trill we been still we win
Back in full spin like
of the U.S.
Where you got to be strapped like a semi
Get rich or
Or be ready to die
Where we're surrounded by crooked cop, drugs, and prostitution
Come
know us
Ain't no flaws in the vision don't hold up
And we blast with precision so good luck
Cuz I've been livin every day like
I can't feel the fuckin
it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
For all the dirt that I did
I don't think I'll find where heaven is
I wonder why they won't panic and try
of Pain, soon will reign
over the Hip-Hop scene in white gold and green
[Danny Boy]
I rip shit and backflip like a Jedi
I roll with the groove and I'm
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
Eluzai: Well now
It's been a while since you've visited us
No Idols: Not like I had a choice last
Time, but I have something to do here, so -
Kid
focused on reign i been praying for
I pray for the reign but not from the water
The kind where you feel like you king of the jungle man
We kings in
on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends,
punished we fuckin' bitches by the 100's
Why me? want to fight me? Try me
Why these people don't know me don't like me
Society, they want to see me dead I
as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy
Better Know tee business j's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
Blood on the hands of American pride
Made us disappear wearing sheets in the night
Hanging in air like the 4th of July
You know it is coming there’s
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