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"When we hug the mics we get busy... Come and have a good time with G.O.D."
Story behind the song
The world can be a good place. But in these times it ain't nuthin but dook.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Check the scope and the state the world's in
Girls gettin freaky first date and first spin //
Sin is lurkin the streets and once it's unleashed
It overtakes all, indifferent in the strong and weak //
How can you walk the streets with blood in your eyes?
Hate in your replies nice guys you're disguised as //
And it's my back that, always gets stabbed that's
Dirty in the worst way, my brothers complain //
About the days the old, nigga that wasn't us
And even if it was, we would never strike gold //
Just do what your told, but never lay down or stop
Especially bein pulled over by multiple cops //
Guns gotta stop bein popped and put to rest
And the US dream gotta be more than success //
Life turns upside down if it's never met
And you live the remaining of your life bein upset //
(Chorus 2x)
I can't understand the american dream
When we're, doin nuthin but livin for the cream //
And we're too busy to give someone a hand
So there's a, bullet hole at the end of our plans, brrraah //
(Verse 2)
Trust me, you don't wanna procastrinate and become your own fate
Cuz you're too late and you're in a pit of snakes //
Feelin bitter rage from far range, please change
Your ways, the machine got us locked in many chains //
And who really is to blame, yo they think I'm about lust
And money, cuz the bling bling represents us //
The media, has its vendetta on track
Yo I've chosen this path, no need for subliminal ads //
Simply ask the Illuminati of the past
They wasn't satanists, it was science and math //
Irons you swing, barettas you clap
Yo I be seein things much clearer now like my eyes are made of glass //
As I walk past them cats up in the hallways
Wonderin, if any of them is goin God's way //
Plunderin in this death, crushed under the pressure and stress
I feel this way now, don't talk about success //
(Chorus 4x)
(Verse 3)
Rewind it back to the times, when I used to spit that grime
Doin nuthin but feenin for mine //
Feel the sublime energy and the forces of the lines behind
That makes me deep as much as I'm high //
Tell me, what can I do to get by, easily
Get high with energy, when they want me gone, forgotten like smokin after the dawn
Been doin this for eons, ready to give you somethin fabolous to breathe on //
My dream is not, shoppin at Peeble's
Wantin to be the ones on Teen People //
But I want my fun, and I want my rest
I wanna be the best and reach the end of my quest //
Never be oppressed by teflon vests under black suits, black ties
Life is hard, then you die //
I'm gonna strive to make mine worth the follow
For seventeen years I've been waitin for tomorrow //
