Chorus
B
I know if I was to simply say to you
That if I got that spitfire
C
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
B
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
C
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more, he done broke his last
Verse
B
From affliction to addiction, wound to infection
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession
C
Every level is progressional
Pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you
B
Slowly decomposing you, oppressing you, depressing you
Be stressing you out, testing what you about now
C
You grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now
Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing
B
Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"
Trying to get your mind right
Trying to keep your grip tight on life
C
In spite of the chaos and the battle internally
Defining your existence and your position eternally
B
Our mission in this industry is assisting you
In shaking off them tendencies, exposing you to destiny
C
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity
Diminishing strongholds of foes now
Chorus
Verse
B
I proceed to put the pieces together
Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever
C
Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong
Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone
B
Freedom of speech, empower the streets
Fuel these cowards to spin hours for peace
C
They're growing poison, thinking they're doing a moral service
Whoopy-doo, they black with money
I should be proud, but I'm nervous
B
Like a gun in the hand of a killer
It always amazes me when they burn the flames off of the scrilla
C
Black man, wake up, black man, feel me
Dr. King said we will overcome - will we?
B
Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause
Moment of silence for death as we pause
C
Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error
And hurt the bearer of news in an era that's almost gone
Chorus
Interlude
B B C C
Ending
B
Let you crash, body hit the water, splash
All for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
C
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
B
Promise no more, he done broke his last
If I Lyrics:
Chorus
I know if I was to simply say to you
That if I got that spitfire
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more, he done broke his last
Verse
From affliction to addiction, wound to infection
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession
Every level is progressional
Pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you
Slowly decomposing you, oppressing you, depressing you
Be stressing you out, testing what you about now
You grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now
Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing
Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"
Trying to get your mind right
Trying to keep your grip tight on life
In spite of the chaos and the battle internally
Defining your existence and your position eternally
Our mission in this industry is assisting you
In shaking off them tendencies, exposing you to destiny
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity
Diminishing strongholds of foes now
Chorus
Verse
I proceed to put the pieces together
Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever
Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong
Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone
Freedom of speech, empower the streets
Fuel these cowards to spin hours for peace
They're growing poison, thinking they're doing a moral service
Whoopy-doo, they black with money
I should be proud, but I'm nervous
Like a gun in the hand of a killer
It always amazes me when they burn the flames off of the scrilla
Black man, wake up, black man, feel me
Dr. King said we will overcome - will we?
Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause
Moment of silence for death as we pause
Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error
And hurt the bearer of news in an era that's almost gone
Chorus
Ending
Let you crash, body hit the water, splash
All for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more, he done broke his last
I know if I was to simply say to you
That if I got that spitfire
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more, he done broke his last
Verse
From affliction to addiction, wound to infection
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession
Every level is progressional
Pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you
Slowly decomposing you, oppressing you, depressing you
Be stressing you out, testing what you about now
You grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now
Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing
Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"
Trying to get your mind right
Trying to keep your grip tight on life
In spite of the chaos and the battle internally
Defining your existence and your position eternally
Our mission in this industry is assisting you
In shaking off them tendencies, exposing you to destiny
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity
Diminishing strongholds of foes now
Chorus
Verse
I proceed to put the pieces together
Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever
Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong
Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone
Freedom of speech, empower the streets
Fuel these cowards to spin hours for peace
They're growing poison, thinking they're doing a moral service
Whoopy-doo, they black with money
I should be proud, but I'm nervous
Like a gun in the hand of a killer
It always amazes me when they burn the flames off of the scrilla
Black man, wake up, black man, feel me
Dr. King said we will overcome - will we?
Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause
Moment of silence for death as we pause
Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error
And hurt the bearer of news in an era that's almost gone
Chorus
Ending
Let you crash, body hit the water, splash
All for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more, he done broke his last
Last reviewed by: Jonah Stevens

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