Lyrics:
America Is Brutal And Meek Mill Is A Hero
Cover Story: Meek Mill is one of
Our generation's greatest street rappers
But can he thrive in
think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black
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[Chorus]
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Walking talking dead,
of a
Highly advanced civilization
With all the intelligent management
Of the Earth resources become the common
Heritage for humanity
Behold the new world where
was a strong hit
This generation's in a fucked up system
Cause even if they copy, they’re just acting like victims
History in the making,
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
of Miles Davis, in this generation
Penetrating your ears with something kind of new
PTW released, the competition felt Kind of Blue
See these niggas not
other
My People
My People
My People
My People
My People
My People
My People
My People
You're not inadequate
To hold on to every second
Time management
Is
Only time you hear me speak, is when the dj play the tune
They love it when your down not when ya feet are on the moon
You wana be a star your system
Okay, now I'm warmed up, I can feel the sweat
The bars drip and turn complex
Hit the floor as I gas the beat
Then evaporate and condense
In a generation
flashbacks of dirty copies
Of what he wanted to forget
But it filled his empty head with regrets
That he dreaded on, on top of the stress
Mixed with depression
The Stars was the first one I bought
Then the signed copies, Us cgainst The World, No Guts No Glory, The Brave
Renegade n' The Revolution
When I saw
and a blue one for me
Another red pass sit's menacingly
On the bench
The clerk doesn't mention my father's absence
I copy my mother and clip my pass
main tuje guide kar raha hu
Jisko ho knowledge history ka
Wahi leka jaa sakta usko aage
Baaki jaise hamari young generation
Ankh bandh kar k trend ki
thoughts
To a steady stream of speech
With a rhythm
Doesn't matter if it's well done
If it's cooked in a system
I know what's at steak
Homie pass the salt
reflects who you are
These niggas are more or less moral less
They just copy whats popping watching
Like what's hot in today's cinema
How can I put more
I'd never crack the system
Never listened to the critics tryna intill limits in my fucking mind
You rely on devices that defying you
Everybody blind
in the day, System 7.5,
Had HyperCard stacks on my SyQuest drive,
Once I got a modem I was never fuckin' bored,
Always dialin' up a BBS to play me some
suffer
They'll support a stranger harder than their sister or their brother
Generation sensitive they quick to get in their feelings
Always gettin upset
was now
If I just
If I just
Always stay real
I could realize who I am
Imma thug now
Every track I play for you is drugs now
You copy me
Everything you
Ain't shit stopping
They still copy
You just catching on
If I gotta lead my generation
Ima set set the tone
Treat me right eat might right
I might let him
COPY THATS MILITARY JARGON FOR MESSAGE RECEIVED BUT DO U TAKE HEED TAKEN TO FAR AWAY LANDS NOT TO SUCCEED BUT TO WORK WITH SPEED SPREADING SEED PULLING
solar sys-tem
is I illuminate I‘m almighty
But I could start merging with the NOWs yeah
Mumble out the house with a blouse yeah
Anything to spread my name
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