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Hot out tha box for 2003 Wattson is a solo artist out of St LOuis with a different twist on battle raps and other forms of hiphop
Wattson comin at you with his own take on rapping. Witty, yet still accessible to all walks of life...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,188
Peak in subgenre #680
Author
lyrics: Watt$on produced by: Outflow Productions
Rights
Jon Rayfield
Uploaded
February 02, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Hook:
We the people strive to defeat the evil
But lies, deceit and feeble minds defies us
From realizin and seein we bein blindsided
With crime violence and prime time,
We dyin instead of risin up
Verse 1:
We shrouded in illusions
Who hopes for confidence when doubt is infused
Into our views of how to improve
And move into a Brahman state of unity
outlined in the Vedantha
Mutin' all my thoughts
they still caught me outside signin my mantra
With two hands and two digits
The issue stands my crew's livid
At how media's feedin all this misleading
Demonic profit leading, driven by greed
And needlessly impeding the proceeding
Of how we treating our seedlings...
...Hey, lets face it
People drink, sex sells and it pays to be racist
Don’t expect hell but we scrape for the papers
And lay vanquish
To those who find disgrace in the way shit,
Happens but as it happenes our nation's to blame.. It's Complacence to dangerous faces Commanding attention with intent to anger the impatient Cats who can't wait for information to take action That's the sad part.. Actin like our nation ain't comin from a bad start
Hook:
...we dyin instead of risin up
"Nigga you high as fuck!"
My eyes are glazed
Return to primal phase
And terrified because my mind's enslaved, it's a shame
Cuz I don't even have time to make
So imperative it inherantly becomes a crime to waste
It's all capital
So people say that rap is bull
Cuz the fact is, half the world has natural rhythm
Scoot these cats to the back of the system
Cuz they lackin the wisdom
To adapt to the distractions of capitalism...
We spend our whole day laughin and wishin
We could be braggin bout how we stackin provisions
But we don't add to the mission (get it, ad + mission??, bah, sounds hotter than it looks) Of actually listening And seeing our attention span has dropped to the saddest condition in years.....
Hook x2:
...Our nation is fired up
We stand upon it like a phoenix
Atop the ashes and fallout from Panasonics and Zeniths
They've burned up all the channels between us
Turn up the volume
Cancel my meetings I'll tell you the rest when I call you
It's something we all do, spewin lies to disguise bald truth While we scald youth with this garbage we call news And our hearts get chipped as our feelings fall through the cracks Attaching value to acts, stigmatizin lives of blacks And now we strive for the time before score and seven years When peers performed war The rift is torn more and its far from Civil Unforgivable but we still live in worlds
where guns are more than shit that villians pull...
Got it?
And friendly fire is spun into necessary but tragic
You want evidence, it's right there, the aye's (eyes) have it Despise havoc while I lie at night blacker than cancer You askin me why I write? This track is the answer....
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