Blu, EXILE - Stress Off The Chest lyrics

I'm from a city where
Pollution is ruining minds
More than lungs I'm from the
Source of Los Angeles Times
Rhyme slums spit ghettos and
Barrels and kettle minds
Whistle riddles of hitting switches
Singing carols of crimes shine dimming
Spine's itching to snap from backs
Parallels are being broke trying
To fit into gaps of infinite traps
The projects invented for Blacks
To have problems
I'm giving it back cause that's nonsense
Com sense and black I've been calm since
Mom spit wisdom of the system
I was brought in-to

Walking through the walls made to hold me
Homie papa once told me he was part
Of this group they called Piru's
Niggas get bright over chips
They grip riffles as means for survival
And he was once my idol
So how the fuck I think I'm raised to think
My mind's too deep
A visionary never raised to blink
Cleanse my soul brush my teeth
Spit in faces fuck a sink
Repent before I sleep cheat religion
A nigga fina piss on each amendment
Wipe my ass with the Constitution
Constipated feelings trying to shit it out
And get it out of my system
A frustrated nigga pissed
Cause they tricked me
They fed me bull instead of full
Course real when I was empty
They made me believe the world's against me
They told me they was friends of me
Closed my eyes and pre described my enemies
Without no one even offending me
But eventually I learned though
I opened up a journal and I found eternal me
Drowned under a seashore of unsure facts
So fuck that we got beef

Not only did you mix up my picture of life
But, you twisted my sight
You had me writing shit
And spitting it tight, to my people
Sold it to the labels and they
Sold it to my peoples
More lies to believe in
On sale for the Christmas season 12
25 gift wrapped and more deceiving
It's deep isn't it?
And if you with me than you feeling this
Mind rattled rhymes off without a sense of
Time caught in between a thought
And a heartbeat
Niggas think as far as they arms reach
Or as far as they eyes see
But fuck that I think way out as I mind reach
And ya'll way behind me so next Halloween
Be a condiment and try to catch up
You can find me cloud 9 in with my head up
Designing ways to eff up the world
A vindictive little fuck but disguised as
A pearl so girls like him still writing

I bust raps that impregnate thoughts
That can give the world light in the dark
A verbal Viking still riding the ark
With a nine millimeter shooting seeds of
Light right at your heart
I got a grip with a grip of bullets
And if I pull it it'll blast comments
And comments with conscious thoughts
Coming out of it
So don't test him, you might be smarter
I doubt it cause my mind's darker
Write in permanent black marker over asphalt
Walk like my dad walked
Talk like my mama but I
Think like my grandfather
Ain't no prescriptions needed for me
I'm a man doctor i can stand lots of shit
Don't try to talk me out of it
Grinding like an occupant
Lost as a prophet is, waiting for apocalypse
Chopping it with college kids
A school dropout with a scholarship
To teach niggas how to spit
And it's a mess that just started, nigga