1982, Freeway, Saigon - Life Is What You Make It lyrics

Wake wake wake up babe

Life is only what you make it
You can take it and waste it
Or take reality and face it
Your words shall always remain sacred
Snake shit will get your face hit harder
Than Statik makes the base get
They spit of basic
Necessities and accessories
My destiny is taking complexity
To the next degree
Insurrector, that’s the world I am
Methodical master plan never heard by man
I'm immaculate
I’ll be a spectacular copper killer
‘Cause, I can peel a cap quick and accurate
From under my mom's skit to the dirt
I’ll put in that hard work
Have you ever seen my concert jerk?
Your life a game
You’ll kill yourself in the replay
My terminology is long
As Philadelphia’s freeway
Who him? He’s gay, he should direct traffic
Fuck that DJ, I'mma select Statik

Ayo, life is what you make it up
Put the razor to the plate
And chop the cocaine into little pieces
I’m bag of ace
Cause it help unleashing the pain
That we faced with
So I'mma make 'em extra rocky
Beige brolic, fish scale, i got it
In love with narcotics
I minus give me your wallet
I got the product that turn a
Nun into a raging alcoholic
Slash fiend, caffeine, morphine, codeine
Excedrin all in the dreams
Neighborhood pharmacy
No prescription need it for sniffin, pitchin'
To anybody with digit's
Cause life is how we live it
So who am I to say you
Can't be getting high today?
It’s a Friday, you know a hood holiday
No Ice Cube, Henny, no ice cubes
And yes I like food, so I sell white toos
Philly Freezer and Sai-gitty
Understand the strideets
Said they'd go ride with me
Statik spark the lah with me

Statik spark it I get it choppin'
I'm David Crockett make the profit's
Stim pack package and corner the market
Hit the target and dismisster all
This nonsense and chaos
We can't delay y'all I gotta live
You with something to rock with
Flow awkward, there is no countin'
Haters no like so they pray he no drop it
Nigga sneak diss and no comment, honest
When I see you there is
No holds barred no conscious
Backpackers like him cause they
Say he rhyme conscious
Sickening with the flow, no nonsense
Sickening with the doe, no sponsors
And he's handsome like his fore fathers
Stroke and leave your hoe unconscious
This is my realm
There can be only one don here
Rassclot, you'll get left behind here
Shots fly
Blast lay you on your backside tough guy
Just for gettin' outta line here
Yeah, it's Free, Statik Selek
Term and Saigon
Bitches use my pictures for they icon
And they wish they could be my passenger
Just came back from Africa
The motherland where all the
Fans look like Akon
And they wanted me to stay long
They was screamin' "Kumbay yay!
Freeway spit napalm"
And he representin' all day long
I’ll do it for the hood
The music too good for y'all to hate on

Wake up baby the sun is in our face