Lyrics:
always going comatose
Arise my love; let's get active
Stakes so high they get cooked by the passing
Stars as I bar half assing
Strags unworthy of all this
on
No matter how much they bring
I duck and dodge and hold on
Best a watch the swing
Nigga the game is so strong
Catch me by surprise
You won't realize
sensible people say
'Cause Surfin' Waves is not the game we play
(Quite Possible)
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes
Keep building up impossible
enamored of the craft
This that TRULY flabbergasted by the daft
This that HOLY diver, student of the vast
This that HOCUSPOCUS, casting vibes on some
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
to like smoking with homies
But now I prefer getting high by myself, I don't know
Why I be like this, ay, when did I grow
So fucking violent, I lost control
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
suckers disrespect the game
All these video hoes out there spittin your name
You love it when they make that, ass clap
But she don't give me no cash, I'll
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Intro: Cube
In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
So here you have it,
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
Nigga please I'm carefree it's really me
Love to my
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
disposed of
And snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
when you have a fat salary
So what that means, you gots to loc' up self love against the world
Middle finger up
Everyday I fight the devil, always in
love with the strange and the taboos
I've got it mapped out in my tattoos
Midnight Prince with the sky as my chateau
If I'm feeling so so
I lasso
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
Hey baby what you gonna do
I don't got nothing left to lose
Don't got time to fall in love with you
Found some freedom in this solitude
I'll be fine
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