Bambu, Malcolm, Martin - Rather Seen lyrics
[Bambu, Malcolm, Martin - Rather Seen lyrics]
The battle field line is razor thin
Only take a second to pop a weapon
I'll blow the house down, walls caving in
And if I'm so hot then
Why I'm not making ends?
Cause, I'm making progress
Still drunk off an 1 8th of Hen'
I'm just like you, hollow tips in my rifle
I don't bang to bang, I bang for survival
We not orangutans, we lions and tigers
My people's locked up from
San Quinton to Rikkers so, give us free
The rebels still shine through me
These crackers is crooked
Like cracks in the street
I'm back looking like Tookie
I'll fracture the beat
Kindergarten Cop governor, I laugh
When he speak, ha
Let's get serious
Conspiracy theorist say it's over in 2012
They wrote it on the pyramids
So let's get it, before they get us
Arm full of scriptures and still
Don't even get the picture
They'd rather see me in a box (locked)
Rather see me in a box (dropped)
Six feet down (six feet down) get down LA
We get's down The Bay they get's down NY
They get's down in the Chi'
They get down ATL
They get's down in the fields we get down
(Six feet down)
I write raps for the brokest
Motherfucker in the room the dude
Who leave my show to a fridge with no food
Wanna rob the local liquor store
But got no tool can't get a job cause his
Resume ain't got no school
Oh you so funny Bambu you crazy
Your girlfriend got bleach blond hair
She's shady
Malcolm, Martin, spark with no warning
Fuck a house pet
So long as children is starving
The alarm is not alarming so
It shouldn't be foreign
When a child don't eat and the
Big homie go and arm 'em till then
We just keep rapping over drum loops
Nick James
Make that thing bang like porn stars do
Cars do donuts and low riders go up
And west coast heads yell "fuck you
Holmes" when cops show up roll up another
Watch the ashes on my diamond tee
The blogs keep buzzing while pigs
Try and silence me
I rap for the people
That's appointed pall bearers
They bury your homie 'round
Every fall semester
Still go to school getting A's all clever
But B's and C's creep up in all weather
Mama's up late, praying we don't fall never
But that's the inevitable, spots is available
At forest lawn every plot is re-sellable
Read a eulogy, every stories re-tellable
Obituaries in the box
Next to a gun and a knot
You are not about to be the next one
See you shot people in the
Pen mixing Top Ramen
Make a ho spread, drink pruno till you vomit
I'm just like y'all
We got something in common
I dedicate you everywhere
Really that's a promise
With family locked up and your father's gone
Then we just alike, we can share this song
Only take a second to pop a weapon
I'll blow the house down, walls caving in
And if I'm so hot then
Why I'm not making ends?
Cause, I'm making progress
Still drunk off an 1 8th of Hen'
I'm just like you, hollow tips in my rifle
I don't bang to bang, I bang for survival
We not orangutans, we lions and tigers
My people's locked up from
San Quinton to Rikkers so, give us free
The rebels still shine through me
These crackers is crooked
Like cracks in the street
I'm back looking like Tookie
I'll fracture the beat
Kindergarten Cop governor, I laugh
When he speak, ha
Let's get serious
Conspiracy theorist say it's over in 2012
They wrote it on the pyramids
So let's get it, before they get us
Arm full of scriptures and still
Don't even get the picture
They'd rather see me in a box (locked)
Rather see me in a box (dropped)
Six feet down (six feet down) get down LA
We get's down The Bay they get's down NY
They get's down in the Chi'
They get down ATL
They get's down in the fields we get down
(Six feet down)
I write raps for the brokest
Motherfucker in the room the dude
Who leave my show to a fridge with no food
Wanna rob the local liquor store
But got no tool can't get a job cause his
Resume ain't got no school
Oh you so funny Bambu you crazy
Your girlfriend got bleach blond hair
She's shady
Malcolm, Martin, spark with no warning
Fuck a house pet
So long as children is starving
The alarm is not alarming so
It shouldn't be foreign
When a child don't eat and the
Big homie go and arm 'em till then
We just keep rapping over drum loops
Nick James
Make that thing bang like porn stars do
Cars do donuts and low riders go up
And west coast heads yell "fuck you
Holmes" when cops show up roll up another
Watch the ashes on my diamond tee
The blogs keep buzzing while pigs
Try and silence me
I rap for the people
That's appointed pall bearers
They bury your homie 'round
Every fall semester
Still go to school getting A's all clever
But B's and C's creep up in all weather
Mama's up late, praying we don't fall never
But that's the inevitable, spots is available
At forest lawn every plot is re-sellable
Read a eulogy, every stories re-tellable
Obituaries in the box
Next to a gun and a knot
You are not about to be the next one
See you shot people in the
Pen mixing Top Ramen
Make a ho spread, drink pruno till you vomit
I'm just like y'all
We got something in common
I dedicate you everywhere
Really that's a promise
With family locked up and your father's gone
Then we just alike, we can share this song