Lyrics:
Searching for meaning
Is this life I live worth it
Just give me a sign, God
Cause i’m trapped in a box
And it’s hard for me to get out
I pray I wake up with
I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade
Throw your hands in the air while the music plays
Comin' live and direct from Dimension X
Where bitches
else fades to black Even in the darkest corner you can make it back
(You can make it back, what’s up)
Don’t give a fuck bout how I should live I live my
take a ride with me
take a ride
(come and take a ride on the wicked ass westside)
[verse 3]
Pump up the tyres, wipe of the wires
Tighten up
hopes, and lives have been shattered
So what's so hard to grasp
When one says black lives matter
Yes statistically there are more
Whites who are shot by
discriminate
Black lives matter
Just like everyone
But the mad hatter
Has a loaded gun
Black lives matter
It could be you
Black lives matter
Killed by the blue
pf the Hope with the CIA sellin coke
To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie
Liquor sipper as I strategise a plan to infiltrate the crooked
a slight tone'll burn
A hole through the mic-phone
Chemicals in the lab, mixed up
Cause explosions
Wizards in cloaks breathe smoke
And sip potions
FBI
[Intro/Outro: repeat 2X ]
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head leaded up
Call
You know what I'm saying
I be hearing all this black lives rhetoric, you know what I'm saying
I'm not against it
But then I hear the all live shit
guitar, and keys
Performed our first show, it was kind of an assblow
But, we got ourselves up there and gave our best go
Shoutout to my band: Owen D, Nat,
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
dick, your face
Hold up
Black shield on my waist
Bitch your blood, I wanna taste
Get it
Pull up to your mama crib
I shout outside like what's up
When my Black Soul Sing, Black Soul Sing
In this life that we live you gone go through things
Might hear struggle, hear a little pain
Or feel
time live the life, boy
In the night we outside we don't fear nothing
Surrounded by woes
Taking up a notcher we going outta this world
Taking us up outta
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
Good luck wit da ducking
Coil anaconda I tighten my grip
Shit bumps like I'm humping
This is that coke and cabana I'm low key and lit
Sick when I wanna
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling
Kick it
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian
In the end it's futile
Anti-violence systems
Identify
thinkin (Wow)
Them ah tighten them pants and ah watch how them dance its the age of the boti mon
My brother stay strapped
And the cops wanna lock a nigga up
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
niggaz thrive
And lame motherfuckers can barely survive
[Verse 1]
One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch
Took a shower dried off brushed the gold
Look for me
I be up in the stars
With that Dreamworks kid
Just fishing for bars
I slip and I drop
Stop in orbit
I pop
Then I Fall back and sink into
who ya are
So live your life (hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin' that paper, just live your life
(Oh, ayy ayy ayy)
Ain't got no time for no
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