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Shoutout to Lupe Fiasco, Lowkey, Akala, FITB, AOTP, IT and Boonaa. real recognizes real, ya hear?
I'm really stuck in the belly of the beast
If I don't make it out here then I won't have food to eat
Because unfortunately my debts are kinda steep
With so much on my plate its only right that I see a feast
With a quran in one hand, I'm trying to practice what I preach
But feeling hypocritical cuz I'm searching for the road to riches
Ain't gonna be easy when ur surround with all these snitches
Get rich or die trying, whoever said it was poor
I'm only looking forward and won't let the world deter me
But this world is so cold and you still never heard me
Used to have plans of being rich by the time I was thirty
Now I'm trying to get money long and legal to take care of my people
But these ignants take me for a joke and say I'm too young
Say you can only bring change with a barrel of a gun
So like those that came before me, I gotta go hard
But it's hard finding a way without getting barred
I'm not for stunting cuz these people will kill you
A struggle is not really something you can chill through
So I'm trying to pray on time because that's something I still do
Look into my eyes and you can see what i've been through
You know what I'm doing, they call it paper pursuing
And even though it's wrong I feel like we're destined for harm
It bothers me when people refer to me as smart
Cuz they don't know about the stats on my card
Me and my beliefs can never be apart
And that's why I'm keeping the lord in my heart
Prophet over profit may not make cents, but it makes sense
Instead of trying to understand you'd rather take offence
Label me a terrorist, and act like it's a game
We are not the same, I'm going insane
What the hell are you sayin?
So don't be surprised if I dont like you
Sometimes I might even have an urge to hate you
Never the people, I'm speaking about their leaders
Who are sending our youth to die in a war
These kids don't even know what they're fighting for
When the world is this fucked up silence is a crime
The little homies layin dead in a coffin
They're dying younger and far more often
The rent is too high, and wages way too low
But we're still talking about stupid songs on the radio
Too busy catching feelings over shit that ain't your life
Might as well just stab yourself with a knife
Why do ya even care, live ya own life
Who deceived into thinking you're inferior?
You have a brain focus on your interior
I'm the guy that you just might fear
But don't worry i'll always be right here
I'm the reason they tried to keep slaves from reading
Soon their brains will be bleeding, so EADON
Look at what I became
Something like a phenom, nothin but a g thang
Things I've seen when I'm looking out of these frames
Pictures I painted on the walls where we hang
From the trees they hung
Strange fruit man, look at how they swung
Now you mad when they come at ya with their tounge
How the hell you gonna tell a son
Who ain't have a father
How to try to grow up and be one
See umm, feel it in my bones
That I'm sittin on a throne
Like a killer with a chrome
When I spit another poem
Shed a whole lot of light
On a little bit of home
People trying way too hard just to live life
Never satisfied always creating unnecessary strife
I dont get high life keeps me at a decent height
I'm high off life, don't need a pill in here
But you're killing me I think I need will in here
They say boys will be boys
So we're running out of men
We're running out to sin
Chasing different women
He doesn't wanna give her a ring
He just wanna give her a ring
He ain't looking for a wifey
He's looking for a fling
So he treats her like a dj
And takes her for a spin
We're celebrating our dick size
Chicks that we gettin
Whips that we hittin'
We're playin our position
Instead of becoming better citizens
How quickly we forget that a woman watched us grow
After being a tiny ball of flesh without any bones
Now behold, we have the arrogance to assume we made it on our own
But who were we but a piece of clot before we grew
And who knew we would trace our ancestries back to a zoo
We must have really come from apes with that monkey point of view
Not impressed with what you claim
Trying to be the best in the game
The weather is finally destined to change
Don't care about your chain or fame
Cuz I know from where the diamonds came
When I'm on the mic, make way for the monster
If you're rapping about hoes and ur dough
It's already too late you sold em your soul
It's not what you say, it's how you say it
It's not what you got, but how you get it
You think you're B-a-d
Find a p-e-n and p-a-d
Take notes then d-i-e
Flow so nuts this track gettin t-bagged
You be on your glory hole you don't know who ur messing with
I'm gonna come through and shine in due time
But I can't do crime
Not a player-hater
Cuz I'm a lady-dater
And baby-maker
Not now, but maybe later
Look alive, these world is complicated
Either make it or break it
Free like a mason
I'm staying in this station
So let us pray for em, the hustlers, money guzzlers, murders, wealth hoarders, stealth tactics, cheap tricks chasing limp dicks, rapists, racists, those who forgot the basics of living life, those who ain't acting right, drug dealers, fakers, flakers and the Los Angeles Lakers
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Big ups to Boonaa Mohamed for verse 3 and 4
The rest is basically a huge mash-up as a result of listening to too much hip-hop over the last 20 years
Shoutout to Lupe Fiasco, Lowkey, Akala, FITB, AOTP, IT and Boonaa. real recognizes real, ya hear?
I'm really stuck in the belly of the beast
If I don't make it out here then I won't have food to eat
Because unfortunately my debts are kinda steep
With so much on my plate its only right that I see a feast
With a quran in one hand, I'm trying to practice what I preach
But feeling hypocritical cuz I'm searching for the road to riches
Ain't gonna be easy when ur surround with all these snitches
Get rich or die trying, whoever said it was poor
I'm only looking forward and won't let the world deter me
But this world is so cold and you still never heard me
Used to have plans of being rich by the time I was thirty
Now I'm trying to get money long and legal to take care of my people
But these ignants take me for a joke and say I'm too young
Say you can only bring change with a barrel of a gun
So like those that came before me, I gotta go hard
But it's hard finding a way without getting barred
I'm not for stunting cuz these people will kill you
A struggle is not really something you can chill through
So I'm trying to pray on time because that's something I still do
Look into my eyes and you can see what i've been through
You know what I'm doing, they call it paper pursuing
And even though it's wrong I feel like we're destined for harm
It bothers me when people refer to me as smart
Cuz they don't know about the stats on my card
Me and my beliefs can never be apart
And that's why I'm keeping the lord in my heart
Prophet over profit may not make cents, but it makes sense
Instead of trying to understand you'd rather take offence
Label me a terrorist, and act like it's a game
We are not the same, I'm going insane
What the hell are you sayin?
So don't be surprised if I dont like you
Sometimes I might even have an urge to hate you
Never the people, I'm speaking about their leaders
Who are sending our youth to die in a war
These kids don't even know what they're fighting for
When the world is this fucked up silence is a crime
The little homies layin dead in a coffin
They're dying younger and far more often
The rent is too high, and wages way too low
But we're still talking about stupid songs on the radio
Too busy catching feelings over shit that ain't your life
Might as well just stab yourself with a knife
Why do ya even care, live ya own life
Who deceived into thinking you're inferior?
You have a brain focus on your interior
I'm the guy that you just might fear
But don't worry i'll always be right here
I'm the reason they tried to keep slaves from reading
Soon their brains will be bleeding, so EADON
Look at what I became
Something like a phenom, nothin but a g thang
Things I've seen when I'm looking out of these frames
Pictures I painted on the walls where we hang
From the trees they hung
Strange fruit man, look at how they swung
Now you mad when they come at ya with their tounge
How the hell you gonna tell a son
Who ain't have a father
How to try to grow up and be one
See umm, feel it in my bones
That I'm sittin on a throne
Like a killer with a chrome
When I spit another poem
Shed a whole lot of light
On a little bit of home
People trying way too hard just to live life
Never satisfied always creating unnecessary strife
I dont get high life keeps me at a decent height
I'm high off life, don't need a pill in here
But you're killing me I think I need will in here
They say boys will be boys
So we're running out of men
We're running out to sin
Chasing different women
He doesn't wanna give her a ring
He just wanna give her a ring
He ain't looking for a wifey
He's looking for a fling
So he treats her like a dj
And takes her for a spin
We're celebrating our dick size
Chicks that we gettin
Whips that we hittin'
We're playin our position
Instead of becoming better citizens
How quickly we forget that a woman watched us grow
After being a tiny ball of flesh without any bones
Now behold, we have the arrogance to assume we made it on our own
But who were we but a piece of clot before we grew
And who knew we would trace our ancestries back to a zoo
We must have really come from apes with that monkey point of view
Not impressed with what you claim
Trying to be the best in the game
The weather is finally destined to change
Don't care about your chain or fame
Cuz I know from where the diamonds came
When I'm on the mic, make way for the monster
If you're rapping about hoes and ur dough
It's already too late you sold em your soul
It's not what you say, it's how you say it
It's not what you got, but how you get it
You think you're B-a-d
Find a p-e-n and p-a-d
Take notes then d-i-e
Flow so nuts this track gettin t-bagged
You be on your glory hole you don't know who ur messing with
I'm gonna come through and shine in due time
But I can't do crime
Not a player-hater
Cuz I'm a lady-dater
And baby-maker
Not now, but maybe later
Look alive, these world is complicated
Either make it or break it
Free like a mason
I'm staying in this station
So let us pray for em, the hustlers, money guzzlers, murders, wealth hoarders, stealth tactics, cheap tricks chasing limp dicks, rapists, racists, those who forgot the basics of living life, those who ain't acting right, drug dealers, fakers, flakers and the Los Angeles Lakers
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Big ups to Boonaa Mohamed for verse 3 and 4
The rest is basically a huge mash-up as a result of listening to too much hip-hop over the last 20 years
( FOTP )
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