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Intro
01:36
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Yerr
Bringin' you dat real shit
LI to da Bx
NYC Hardcore
What up
Haha
SHOOT DA 5, MUTHA FUCKA
FUCK YOU
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718, 516, the world
Let me holla at you real quick
I wanna talk about brown and black lives
Imma talk even if you don't care to listen
Mutha fucka
Breonna Taylor, Sandra Bland, George Floyd, Philando Castile
Lives lost
Driving while black
Lives lost
For simply being black
Drivin' down this backwood road
I keep looking in my rearview
I see you creepin'
I see you creepin' close to me
Every day is a struggle
Asking ourselves, "Will I make it home tonight?"
I see you creepin'
I see you creepin' close to me
Creepin' close to me
Your eyes, set on the prize
I refuse to be, be a statistic
Don't need moms seeing their baby's face in the paper "Unarmed black woman killed"
Don't need pops seeing their baby's face in the paper "Unarmed black man killed"
I don't want your fucking pity
I want fucking change
Drivin' while black
Pleasure and pain
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Soul Searching
02:47
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Keep scratching
Keep searching
We're all bleeding
We're all grieving
Yearning for something
Yearning to be free
Empty smiles
Soulless black eyes
Staring back at you
Staring back at me
You're out of touch
You don't feel alive
What is it like to feel awake inside?
Surrounded by a thousand faces
Still feeling empty
Admit you are empty
You're not the only one
It all comes crashing down
This void is real, this void is real
You're not the only one
It all comes crashing down
The depression, depression is real
There's always
An empty pit somewhere
Deep inside my soul
That never seems to heal
There's always
An empty pit somewhere
Deep inside your soul
That never seems to fill
All this screaming in my head
Keep scratching
Keep searching
Keep scratching
Keep soul searching
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4. |
Interlude
01:37
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5. |
Slugfest
03:15
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Move!
It's on you
No more excuses
It's on you
Left to pick up the slack
Left to fill in the gap
Always covering your ass
Nothing left to cover mine
I don't know how much more I can take
You talk the talk but you're a fucking fake
Left exposed, no support
Not everything is fine
It's on you
No more excuses
It's on you
It's always some story
You've concocted a storm
But when pressed for excuses
I've fuckin' heard 'em before
Afraid to be wrong, too dumb to be right
Leave it with me and we'll settle this right
The truth will come out, it's a matter of time
Not everything's fine
SUCK MY DICK
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Come Correct
02:50
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Bitch you betta' come correct
Or I'll come for dat neck
You don't strike no fear
Lived in hell for fucking years
With the roaches and rats
LI to da BX
Go ahead and sleep on me
Last time I checked, you bleed just like me
We're all living in God's game
If I go out, best believe I'm going out swinging
First lesson in war
Is to never underestimate
First lesson in war
Never underestimate your opponent
Never underestimate
Underestimate your opponent
That's a fuckin' fact
When you do, you'll get your shit split
Fuckin' around sleeping on da wrong person
Next ya know you're being scrubbed off the concrete while your loved ones drop to their knees
And when you do, you'll get your shit split fuckin' around
Fuckin' with me
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