Maje$ty: Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin' out your stereos or your headphones.the roots exploited clones; therefore, it's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap surv Kit.artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections, it's magnified to new levels of elevation.
You see me on t.v. but you don't really know me don't know the story of the Warrior and how i survived in this game nigga never had shit had to work to get it or i had to steal it most of the time i was hungry that's why i did it i ain't bullshittin, seventeen i'm leavi House, i need my own nigga done tried to be grown and fucked around now i'm homeless on the streets with my niggas i learned about every drug the heroine, the weed, the speed, the crack, the sh Ut we was broke and we couldn't afford it but niggas was schemin and plottin on shit oh yes you know this i come from a long line of thugs us strugglers hustle what we can rustle up it might not Been too much but we always got just enough,
WELL, WE STILL LOOKING FOR BETTER DAYS HOPING TOMORROW CAN BRING US SOME BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS SO WE CAN ESCAPE THIS MAZE, AND THEY GIVE US OUR CHANGE IN EVERY WAY AND MAYBE TOMORROW, CAN BRING US THE TRUTH AND THERE'LL BE NO MORE USE, FOR THE PAIN AND SORROW LET'S PUT IT TO USE AND THEN MAYBE THE YOUTH, CAN COME AND FOLLOW AND WE CAN LEAVE ALL OUR PROBLEMS IN THE BOTTLE, TOMORROW MAYBE GOD'LL WIPE OUR EYES AND WE'LL NEVER HAVE TO CRY NO MORE OR EVEN BETTER, HAVE TO DIE NO MORE POLITICIANS CAN'T TELL US LIES NO MORE, HE DECIDES NO MORE MAYBE TOMORROW, IT CAN BE OUR DAYLIGHT JUST MIGHT BE OUR SUNSHINE, SUNSHINE.. YESTERDAY IS FILLED WITH SO MUCH MISERY AND DRAMA AND TODAY IT DON'T SEEM LIKE I'M GETTING ANY FURTHER PRAYING TOMORROW WE CAN SOMEHOW COME OUT OF THE STRUGGLE AND NEED NO MORE HUSTLE, NO STUMBLIN CAUSE WE ALL ONE MUSCLE.. STILL LOOKING FOR A BETTER DAY, DAY, AND A BETTER WAY, WAY, WAY.. SO LET'S HOPE TOMORROW... CAN LEAD US TO THE PLACE WE TRYIN TO BE.. IN HEAVENLY HARMONY, IN HEAVENLY HARMONY!
For the case to race with a chance to face the judge And I'm guessing my soul won't budge Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs Oh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll Can I get a witness let it unfold? We living our lives to eternal our soul, aye-oh-aye-oh
WHEN I'M DEAD AND GONE THEY'RE GONNA REMEMBER ME AS BEING ONE OF THE LIVEST GENUINE GHETTO SURVIVORS WHEN THEY GAIN TERROR INSIDE I POP IN THEIR MIND, A SILENT KILLER STRAIGHT OUT THE GHETTO A GRIMY NIGGA WITH LYRICS MORE POTENT THAN A VIPER'S VENOM WHEN BITE TO KILL 'EM, WHEN I GET IN THEM NIGGAS NEVER KNEW WHAT'D HIT 'EM FOR WHAT WE DONE DID ON THESE STREETS AND WHAT WE DONE SPIT ON THESE RECORDS WE TAKE 'EM AND PUT 'EM ON BEATS AND WE GIVE 'EM BACK NO QUESTION GRANDDADDY OF THE MID-WEST CRAZY JACKSON THE LYRICAL SERIAL KILLER I FELL 'EM, THE INNOCENT IS ASKING ABOUT THE MIND I MASTER WHEN IT COMES TO THE RHYME I'M FASTER THAN HALF OF THESE NIGGAS RAPPING WHEN IT COMES TO THE GRIND I'M MASHING NO TIME FOR SECOND CHANCES AND WHEN IT ALL GEES DOWN AND THEY PUT ME IN MY GRAVE "FUCK 'EM ALL" ACROSS MY TOMBSTONE AND BURY ME WITH MY GAUGE
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