Song: The Genesis
Artist:  Noah Caine
Year: 2012
Viewed: 47 - Published at: 7 years ago

(Intro)

(Verse 1)
Yo, streets raised a nigga to be impatient, fuck it I'm racing
Mind stuck on clutching a buck, fuck it, I'm racist
I only see green...
Black and white images on the TV, awoken by a scream
Who the fuck want what, day dreaming, vision corrupt
Counting dividends as blonde sluts licking me up
Pimps, hoes and killers grilling, feeling me out
And them dealers with clout, who sit on the last train out

(Verse 2)
Life's a bitch and I'm attracted to her sassy lips
Heart's on my sleeve, I guess that I'm a masochist
Niggas in my hood busy flashing chips, and that's amidst the middle class
I'm crafting this, amassing scripts so passionate
Who gon' speak for them, when the street's warring
Seen prophetic niggas slain now we liquor pouring
I used to think that every time a seed was formed
A nigga's life was taken away for spending his time wrong
Now I see, how naive was I
To take breathing for granted as they policed and eyed
Surveilled in babylon, partied in Avalon
Niggas I knew pumped coke to Jews
Blocks spoke the news, made it hot, broke the rules
Funny how a few fools could open wounds
Now I stand immune, panoramic view
Mind racing burning fuel down the avenue
The ladies pray for him, whether religious or not
Showing their faith for him, no mistakes gone
Every skeleton and season got me speeding
Lord have mercy on my soul I'm only breathing
Eyes blurry, trying to focus on hustles hurrying
Worrying if I'mma make it out cause I see them scurrying
But it ain't for me security creep on
The crime minded seek funds, stressing to see more
(Verse 3)
As I crush my peers
And elevate to mindstates that can't be touched for years
Remember y'all was trying to stunt
I had just begun, with a middle finger up screaming this is what you want
They said that I'm nice, I said they gon' front
'til I got up on that stage and my flow was like a blunt
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
Developed on them blocks where they pushed crack and uh
Shots volleyed back and forth like Kournikova
It's money over bitches, stuff them both in corner sofas
Grey skies cover the streets that you lost hope for
Spoke for, various niggas that lost vocals
They want prophecies but they need healing
Cause bitches in the hood still Adam and Eve scheming
This boy met the world, without Mr. Feeny
Momma can you see me
Concrete words for hustlers on the cement, trying to escape demons
My eyes wide open but these girls call me dreamy
Never cast a stone from your hand and conceal it
I forge rhymes from a cast iron heart and watch them feel it
Been nice, schooling niggas on thin ice
And even when the pain too strong I was taught to still fight
My mind circle like a satellite
This the birth of the train of thought that'll guide them right
(Outro)

( Noah Caine )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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