Bliss n Eso, Octa - Worldwide lyrics

Man I never said I rap from
Slums or I pack a gun
But look around and at what
That old booms bat’s become
Banging bullets, bitches, beamers, rebels
And blunts and I’m just trying to be myself
And stay ahead of the bunch
And muster up a buck for
This rap peddler’s lunch
But at crunch time man these
Rhymes seem never enough
And shit what the fuck you think
We give um on stage
Whose spinning those synonyms living
On a minimum wage
Chippin’ away flipping the page just
Ink in the pain

Contained in this modern day age citizen Cain
But fuck it in a perfect
Storm you don’t abandon ship
We stand with fists and
Spit tattered manuscripts
Navigating off moonshine and
Spin these rhymes
Into cloth in our sails on a crimson tide
And every song we wrote while on this boat
Was raised to catch the wind
Of the common folk
Armies of mad troops unite
And work underground
Harvesting grass roots to fight
And stare adversity down
A worldwide revolution on a
Fleet of these boats
Scrubbing the decks of the craft
That keeps us afloat
It’s like I’ll feel like that
One day MC fortairer
It’s the hip hop community it’s from the MC
It’s peace love and unity
This is worldwide (you know the struggle)
Worldwide (you know the hustle)
This is a worldwide sound sea
Hip-hop community rappers with no boundaries
They can do anything
This is worldwide (you know the struggle)
Worldwide (you know the hustle, I love you)

This is hip hop blues that
What we’re talking about
There’s a part of every MC
That’s walking this route

There’s no margin to my magic
There’s no borders to my writing
There’s no part to end the madness hit
That all of us are fighting
And it’s funny to think
That countries can link
Through peace on a page to the
Blood that runs through my ink
So let’s celebrate the fact that
I levitate a track
And the devils I do away with
Will never make it back
This bricks, bats, and badgers - pigs, rats
And taxes
Five finger discounts for kids acting savage
And that’s the way that game is played
Peace and war putting pressure
On the same days
I’m trying to maintain, keep a focused mind
That’s probably why their rhymes aren’t
As dope as mine
See I fight for the free bro fuck their money
I steal toilet paper from
Local public dunnies
And there’s nothing funny about that
Or how broke we get
So to the system shit I show no respect
And that television it got um brain washed
Different names it’s a shame
It’s the same song
That’s why we huddle and burn this broccoli
Cause they know it takes a
Lifetime to earn the lottery