Lyrics:
givin' niggas six
Feet when they casket drop i said bitch
You could get robbed for the cash you got
But I tell my squad, "Don't
Cry over spilled milk, just
feet below, I'm only headed there, Trapped inside, I'm runnin' out of air
I've been fallin' out, got too much pain I live inside the backrooms, I'm not
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
To live like a hobo
Was an easy choice
Yes I'll always remember
The bricklayers advice
Drink standing my son drink standing
Keep your feet firmly
like a pro see
Nigga's all in with both feet
I live my life over dope beats
All my Nigga's are so street
I live in the dark because I'm a light thief
don't need to be alarmed, I want to go
I've given my life, I'm digging through the night
Ten thousand feet below
Leave me now, go run into your house, you
find you in the snow
Buried six feet deep below
Old boyfriends, girlfriends,
Cafes closed so long ago
Amelia
Amelia
Amelia, don't come home
You took
make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together
for the ones that can endure
If I don't catch flight, what I live for
You ain't even gotta board
But you can watch me
I gotta surge going through my
Africanism
To put my people back on their feet
Take what's ours robbed by the system
He said by any means
Let Malcolm live through us
Black liberation
the ground below my feet
Filled a cemetery
In the center of Queens
I started running the maze of
The names and the dates, some
Older than others
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
introduce
Astonished by evil, so i put my faith in my songs
I made mistakes, i think something went wrong
They ask ""Why this jacket in this heat? man""
I
is real, yet it's all I can see
Im chained to my own desperation, it made a mess of me
Now I'm numb, I can't my own feet
But when the piper plays I'm
to pull me down
You can never pull me down
As God don lift me high
See my destiny I swear e no go die
Recoba me I go fight to the sky sky
Six feet below
turn to earth
Was my time, even worth?
Don't look up, look below
Underneath your feet, I will go
There I lay, rot away
Don't worry bout me cause I'll be
with promise-makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
But too
Only over if we crash, hit the ground down below us
If we crash, if we crash, imagine that
If we crash
I don't want to land no more, sink my feet
dying for Christ
'Cause I walk in His light
Got the squad by my side
Worship Him through the night
We lift His Name up high
We lift our hands to the sky
that's below me
Keeps falling from beneath My feet
What's been said has not been
Written in stone but
The way that I see it this
Was only chapter one
Just
with promise-makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Instutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
But too
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
become a Black Panther
Protected by the black militia
Better protect ya neck my backup is RZA
Sunshine Sunshine oh how you made us dark
Moonwalking on land
Traffic, traffic, looking for my chapstick, all you niggaz garbage, y’all below average. Haters talking mad shit, boy don’t get ya ass whipped,
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