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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,080
Peak in subgenre #1,125
Author
Farout
Rights
Eric Farlow
Uploaded
March 07, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:01
Lyrics
i spit the shit that people aint got the heart to say
minute to minute hour to hour and day to day
everyone's tryin to leave their roots nobody wants to stay
but my feet are planted in the earth like i'm made of clay
i keep hearin kill, blood spill, pop another pill, never sittin still keep it trill livin thrill to thrill
always keep it real, but they never know the deal, too many people thinkin success is measured in bills
not respect for the fact that theres art in the track, when you spittin the spat, till your lungs could collapse
instead you're fittin ya caps, while you shit out some wack, on a beat its not rap, its disease with a clap
see you can't do it for money, the girls or success, the way you dress, the rappers you beat on ya conquest
ya gotta confess ya true soul through the mess, aint settle for nothin less, than the best off the chest
relieve ya stress, never rest till the end of the quest, put ya mind at ease and ya soul to rest
maybe pick a couple lines you find help express the things that transcend the soul from the flesh.
ya hear my mind you hear my heart thru these bars, from afar when i charge and i roar the shit soars
into war with the lords and the hoardes of the scores of the back pack rappers deemed lyrically poor
and i dont get why these famous, self professed gangstas outrank us cause they talk like they gonna shank us
and go to a concert with fans that outweigh us and still ride with bodyguards these lamers are shameless.
and fame is a four letter word for nameless ordinary drones programmed for entertainnment
without regard to why they sound just the same as, every other rapper on the radio enrage us
we claim this as our last stand to fight the fiction, feedin the addiction with generic prescription
thats how kids know 50 cent but not atmosphere, when the dead poets rise we'll see what happens here
cause brain waves can change and frayed brains are laid andn shamed praise will gray to famed ways to pray.
and lame days wont stay if i wait, constantly, and i'm just here to say my legs turned to clay.
i spit the shit that people aint got the heart to say
minute to minute hour to hour and day to day
everyone's tryin to leave their roots nobody wants to stay
but my feet are planted in the earth like i'm made of clay
why you gotta hold a gun or sell crack shiny diamonds in all black just to make it in rap?
