Lyrics:
you?
You gon' make me get that heat, I'm pulling up on you
Certified maniac, don't you test my patience
Came in with the robbers and a bunch of wild
bills (nah)
This life is real, you don't know 'bout the field (real)
My man got life, I told him chill and just try to appeal (appeal it)
They think
Strike the flint, a question lit
Yours and mine, a test of time
What to do?
I know I do
But do you want it to?
Through the fields of wistful yield
got raps?
Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
But my
his feet
And they pray may no one follow
Better still to face the beast
When the field has become a garden
And the wall has stood the test
Children play
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
Between a father and a son
Between the city and the one
Before the teacher and the test
Before the journey and the rest
The shining eye will
But this is not a test
You treat me like I'm blind
Setting fires around houses on the hill
But light gives heat
You segregate my mind
Burning crosses
[Chorus:]
My Life's A Battle Field
You Can Catch Me On The Front Line
My Life's A Battle Field
On The Grind Ducking One-Time
My Life's A Battle Field
Trying to see the view from up there
I can't stop until I'm near
My heart hold no fear
Protect what you build living
Another day in the field
Another day
on your tomorrow
The time has come
The time has come for you to be
A test, conquest
Fuck your endless death
Blood stains the walls
Announcing my arrival
Oh I fell in love, like they do in the magazines,
On a football field, it was a long daydream.
All my high school spent in faithful disbelief
I know
the sun to come again
A shift at the chemical plant, a white wedding dress
I wake up every morning and I wonder if I'm gonna pass the test
Just trying
aerial raid right where you rest at
Now test that
I snatch your heart right through your chest black
Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night
I gotta
Wind me up
Let me go
Stretch me thin
And Do it slow
Light me up
Watch me blow
Put the fuse in
And watch the show
I’m ready for my crash test
Ready
yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace,
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
knuckle game is still on, it's still strong,
You can test it nigga watch me get my vill on, yeah!!
I ain't changed nigga hungry for bread, left me for dead,
the breath of the devil while you move with the rest
More or less it's time we score
We won this test so let your chest take a rest
And let your breath be
finally alive"?)
I could quit my place, man, get no rest
Run through fields of glory
The part(?) and worries roll together in me, faithfully
Find the roots
The less we know, for the better
Our sins, always carry
Us back, to the table for dinner
Lay your head, on the pillows
Of our fields and our gallows
Legends
Legends Legends
Straight off the back
We
Legends Legends
On the field
We
Legends Legends
Yeah
Woo
L
A
L
E
G
E
N
D
S
Legends we da best
Put us
Regulate on the field like another Game of chess
Don't try to test us or even Disrespect us, busting hitter Quitters Impossible to get up
Don't try to test
when you rise when you feel the
Velvet skies you rise
Manifestering stations ailing incarnations
A test of the broadcast emergency at last
Ariel
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